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Without thinking her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out over her knuckles, lapping at her daddy’s precum. Again, without thinking she pushed her knuckles into her mouth and sucked it all off. Her brain was once again running on pure instinct and only felt a pang of disappointment when there was nothing left. Turning her attention down again she spied another drop of precum leaking from his tip. With nothing holding her back now, Sarah leant down gracefully until her nose was right above his cock head, breathed deeply, and licked.

“Well, as long as you’re here, we can start the fight.” The ref stepped back and raised his hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience! The tournament can now resume!”

After my boner mishap, either she was getting more daring, or my imagination was running wilder. One day Mrs. B. was wearing one of her short short skirts, no stockings, just muscular shapely legs. She couldn’t help but notice me watching her move around the room. She stopped at the desk of the student in front of me and bent at the waist to look at her paper. When she slid her hands between her thighs and bent a little farther, her skirt raised exposing her panties. They were red. And lacey. I thought she gave me a sidewards glance to see if I noticed. Maybe not. It really didn’t matter, though. As soon as I glimpsed those skimpy panties, I came in my pants. Right then. In class. I’m not proud, but I was only 15, I could cum at a good card trick. I had it bad.