During the kiss, her hand slipped down in between us, and she rubbed my hard cock through my jeans.Breaking our kiss, she looked up at me and said, “that feels like it works ok to me.” I said, “that part does, it’s when I try to cum that it doesn’t.”We continued to kiss there in the laundry room and she breathed harder and harder as she strained against me. The rest of the day was slow for many reasons, and. After a long reflection, at least it seemed so to me, so I told her to come to the classroom later that day when my and her lessons were over. Because I felt attracted to her, I felt my cock harden a little extra in the pants.I collected myself and realized as an adult I should not help her, given my feelings for her, or should I say arousal, because I did not know if I could control my actions, but as a teacher it's my job to help my students. He had a pretty small cock," she said, no longer looking at me, her stare was fixated on my cock. "If I don't take care of it it does start to hurt." "Take care of it? What do you mean?" "I jerk off." "I watched a boy jerk off once. "It really looks like it hurts," she said. l timidity quickly faded and her fingers traced the various veins. It was as if she had discovered a new toy. Her fingers made contact with the tip, glaistened with a little come which she rub into the skin.
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