“No Remly!” she exclaimed. “Can’t you see I’m busy? I have to learn these spelling words by tomorrow.” “You do seem very busy. You’v...e never been this diligent about spelling before.” He glided up behind her and surveyed the paper in front of her. It didn’t have spelling words on it. There were doodles all over it. A puppy, mysterious flowers, and a tiara. He picked it up crumpled it in a ball. He put another piece of lined paper in front of her. “Now you have to write the words 20 times. .” She closes her eyes for a moment, feeling the petals make their slow caress along her skin. Her fingers curl against her shirt.“Hmm...” the plant rumbles in her head, the tendril moving to her shoulder. From there it traverses across her body, dipping down to slide firmly over her breasts. It squeezes a breast, the grip careful but the strength behind it deliciously apparent. The petals move closer together like closing into a bud again, ultimately skimming over her nipple before slipping. ” He then turned his head to look at me and asked, “I’d like to watch for a bit, if that’s alright?” Jean, leant forward to Ron’s prick and gave it a kiss, saying, “Its okay babes, I love you.” Ron, was still looking at me, I just nodded, he then moved behind Jean, and ducked down. Up to this point Jean hadn’t let my cock fully out, but now, knowing Ron, was back there she slowly raised further up and let my cockhead out, there was a “pop,” Jean, slightly turned her head to one side to look. He talked about it all and always made me feel that he enjoyed being with me. My smile made him smile even when I teased him mercilessly. I could tell him everything and talk him into anything. One spring morning as we got on the train to take us to Lafayette, I announced to him, ‘We’re gonna ‘play the hook’ today’. Michael was a serious student and for the two years before I got to the high school, he had certificates for perfect attendance. He saw how excited I was to do it, so he smiled,.