Miranda Adams and her family move to Westville last January right before the second semester of her 8th grade year. She had played golf a few times wi...th her Dad and 11-year old brother and liked it. She had even played the local golf course since moving to town. She had watched a couple of the girls' tournaments. I hadn't noticed her but I never paid attention to the gallery. They were only a distraction and when it came to golf I was too focused. The fact that she played could be good but not. She dropped to her knees between my legs and unbuttoned my pants. She pulled down the zipper and reached for my cock which had already sprung out of my boxer shorts. She looked up into my eyes, then grabbed my cock and started licking it like it was an ice cream cone.“Oh, fuck that feels good,” I groaned. I could feel her hunger as she moved her tongue and looked up at me with those green eyes. She’s driving me crazy.I gasped when she gripped my shaft, moved her mouth to the head of my cock and. She stopped and looked down at Max. In a voice that would have made a Drill Sergeant proud, she barked, “Max Baxter!”Max sat up and looked around wildly. His eyes got big on seeing Ms. Woodhill.“Get to your desk!” Ms. Woodhill said.Max jumped up and ran to his desk. He dived in it and stared at her in fear. She shook a finger at him and said, “You won’t lie around like that in practice this afternoon.”Max looked like he was about to cry.Smiling sweetly, she turned to the rest of the class. She. She could not identify the texture of the floor of the cave nor distinctly see the walls. The focus of her awareness was the pulsing cock, and its presence seemed to expand and blot out the rest of her universe. The illusion grew upon her that she was suspended by her cunt from a great rod with a huge ball inside her. The gloom of the cavern seemed to have turned to darkness, and the rod was spinning her in ever faster revolutions. Her arms and legs must be flying straight out from her torso,.