popeye and olivia

Towards the middle of the semester, Mrs. B. devised an assignment where we had to act out a soliloquy from any Shakespeare play. I chose Marc Antony’s “Friends, Romans, Countrymen” speech from Julius Caesar. As we had to be in costume for extra credit, I brought a flat sheet to school to fashion into a toga of sorts. There was a supply closet in the front of the room where people could change. Boys would pretend to peek in the closet when girls were changing. There wasn’t much to see for the most part, as girls might throw a long night gown over their clothes to play Juliet. The door locked on the outside when closed completely, so the few kids with major changes could do so with some privacy.

After a few spurts his cock stopped orgasming and started to soften again in her mouth. Suckling on his cock until it had returned to its original size, Sarah moved down to his balls and began to give them the same treatment. Almost roughly she reached underneath his thighs and brought them forward, sucking in both at once into her mouth. She sucked and slurped, rolling his balls around her mouth with her tongue. Sarah was desperate, coercing his cum factories to produce another round of fun for her.

Without another word her dad wrapped his big hands around her left foot and got to work. Gently, but firmly he warmed the soles of her feet, squeezing just hard enough to release the pressure without hurting her. Using his thumbs he pressed along the arch of her foot and squeezed each of her toes while folding them forward and back. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a trained masseuse this was doing wonders in helping her relax.