No one sent out a command saying everyone had to wear black. There were a lot of kids at our school who didn’t have many options as to what they wor...e. I was lucky I’d chosen black jeans when we went shopping this fall. A lot of kids were in blue.The semester was starting kind of slow for me. The only change in my schedule was having creative writing instead of expository writing. One of my classmates—I’m happy to say I wasn’t the wiseass—asked if creative writing meant we were going to be. I quickly found out why when I broached the question to Hope."Mr. Richards is fine," Hope informed me in a reassuring tone. "Unfortunately my sub-basements are extensive in number and scale of floor space and they are not well lit normally. Since establishing contact with you Charles, I have turned on the lights for him. Unfortunately in the distraction of introducing myself and responding to your request to teleport Nimue to a medical facility and with our little chat, I forgot to establish. He growls at you, “Suck on it.” You try, but you are distracted. Those hairy legs ... like massive tree trunks. You can feel the muscle, so strong and so big. You rub your hands up and down those massive legs. You reach down and the calves are like bowling pins, so hard and large. As your hands slide up his legs you find the most incredible ass capping them. Wrapped in lycra, it is so firm and round. You can feel the heat radiating off Him. Him ... you are trying to suck one of His lycra clad. With one hand he grasped my ass cheek, spreading it, with the other, he held the shaft of his cock, rubbing the tip up, and down my creamy slit."Oh, you're right." he cooed, "This is wrong." Putting just the tip of his massive tool inside me."I should stop." he said, and started to pull back.I rolled my hips, pushing my ass back."Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh." I begged, getting his head back into me, but he pushed me against the desk, popping the head back out."I don't know." he teased, swirling the tip.