All these confusing new feelings and things but I like them so much!!Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groins and with the blood simply pumping their veins.I knew what grannies was coming, so I felt the anticipation.Maria let her right hand on my leg.One was on mature each side of her and she felt them stroking her neck, tits, legs, and ass while she slowly ran her fingers over their man meat.A half dozen men looking on.With hunger that surprised even myself, I give her right nipple a swift lick, followed by a sudden suck.His grip released me. A look crossed his face.I lifted her up and growled as the pleasure engulfed my dick over and over.My balls drank in the sensations, feeding the pressure.Nothing is going to change that, slave!What about my pants?I wore all this pain on my sleeve and became grouchy and unpopular and drifted away from what friends I had, and none of the girls were interested in me. And I had zits.But despite all that shit, I did well enough at Grandma my O-level exams to get into six-form in my new borough.I took my mouth off for a moment and said, I think it's true, guys do a better job. I always liked Mr. Jenkins . . . he seemed to take a real interest in me, and he was always pleasant and helpful if I had a question. And both my parents work, so there was no real reason for me to hurry home after school. So I told him, Grandma 'sure, I'd be glad to help him.' So after school Mr. Jenkins took me down here and he and I took the inventory. Is that all that happened? Mike asked, as he was both trying to absorb the feelings grannies her fingers wrapped around his swollen cock and his fingers fondling her breasts were bringing him, while at the same time trying to ignore them as he desperately attempted putting off cumming as long as possible in order to prolong these incredible feelings. Haley nodded. That's all that happened the first time. Except for a couple of times his fingers 'accidentally' brushed against my titties, and one time when I spotted that hard huge lump in his pants. But he asked me again the next week, and this time he ended up telling me how beautiful I was, and how turned on he was every time he looked mature at my titties . . . and my body and that really cheered me up. For the first time in my life somebody that was not my parents had told me I was beautiful, and they were turned on by me. And that someone was Mr. Jenkins, a grown man and my teacher. He actually told me he thought my titties were a turn on.