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“Are you naked, Jim?” she asked playfully. At this point, another student pushed Mrs. B into the closet and closed the door locking us in. Mrs. B stumbled into my arms. Outside the students were hooting, laughing and pounding their desks. Mrs. B looked up at me. Rather than stepping back, she pulled me closer. We looked at each other a little awkwardly. My dick strained against my underwear.“Uh, yeah…um…” I tried to say something. Nothing came out.

Sarah was staring a hole through her phone screen when her dad came home again that night. She knew that today was going to suck, but it didn’t help her at all knowing that in advance. All her schoolwork and tests were done in a daze, and her afterschool practice was abysmal. She felt like a drunk missing all the receives and shots she took. No doubt her friends were talking behind her back; despite the fact they told her to go home early if she wasn’t feeling well.How you doing, Sare-Bear?” Her dad asked tentatively.

“We’re going to need some of this,” she said, unscrewing the cap. “Lubrication,” she said with a smile, seeing the confused look on my face. She poured a generous handful of oil and slathered it onto my shaft and my balls. She spied the label as she set the bottle down. “Hmm…extra virgin. That’s the only thing in this house tonight that is virgin anything.” I laughed nervously. I remember now my clueless mom never figured out why her bottle of olive oil kept appearing in my bathroom.