I would reply politely to her messages, sometimes giving her a smile or a ㅋㅋㅋ in return, but I made no attempts to stop her or get her to abandoned her course of action. “Yes, we will,” I said smiling and she grinned back at me wickedly. I worked afternoon to evening at my academy. “Yes, we will,” I said smiling and she grinned back at me wickedly. She’d message me, usually late at night. There was no going back if I did this. I looked at her face–her beautiful, teenage face, and reached up my hand to link my fingers with hers. I kicked off the pants and indicated to do the same with my boxers. Me: Some. “I like to think I’m a gentleman but if I was I wouldn’t do the things in the video with you. (happy face) (happy face) (kissing face) k k k k k k k k k
And she sent me another photo. At about ten o’clock that evening, with dinner consumed and with some deep relaxation setting in, my phone buzzed. This is a trick I’ve often used to get the blood out of my dick when it decides to stiffen at inopportune moments. She slowly brought her hands up and hooked her fingers through the waistband and started to pull them down over
