Thankfully, Mom was just as forthcoming with praise for what I was doing right as she was constructive criticism when that was called for. And after a... few minutes, what I was doing right seemed to be, well, everything.Mom's breathing accelerated, her hips started pumping up and down gently, and her thighs squeezed more tightly against my head. Or they fell flat on the bed when all the tension went out of her body. One way or the other, I was soon receiving plenty of feedback, but not one bit of. The were slightly out of focus but clear enough that they made an impression on him....... she was lovely and in a fit of uncommon bravado on his part he messaged her. More in hope of just a reply than of anything actually happening. Just the hope that she would at least respond so he could say he had tried to talk to her.But she had replied. It was a short message but she didn't brush him off with a thanks but no thanks. He felt a glimmer of hope spark into life. Maybe she would like to keep. She let her lips rest around the rim of the head as her tongue continued to lap circles. She sucked lightly at first then more hungrily before suddenly sliding her lips all the way down to the base of his shaft.He grunted softly, feeling the suction on every inch of his cock. “Mmmph,” she uttered, feeling his cock head tease the back of her throat. She kept up a rhythm of guttural moans and wet slurping sucks and his hips bucked upward.He swallowed hard and then let his hips settle back into. Mrs. Nottingham tries to make itinteresting, but most of the students just don't care about how riverdeltas are formed. Once again, my teacher pauses when it dawns on herthat I am a boy in a dress, Mrs. Nottingham really has coke bottleglasses. She kind of stares at me for a minute and then puts two and twotogether and just returns to the lecture. I get to the end of the class,almost, when an assistant principal shows up and says I have to go theprincipal's office. I just sit in the outer.