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I feel his hands settle on my hips. Now I can almost feel his excitement. It is not hard to imagine we are standing outside at twilight, with stars twinkling overhead. His lips are parted slightly and still moist from our kiss. “You didn’t hurt me, you just went straight to my clitorious. This is nothing like the jocks that I am used to. “Ahh, yes.” I reply. In fact, he seems to like it a lot. I look up into his twinkling eyes and I am hooked. I take it out of my mouth and let the waistband of his underwear pull it back against his belly. I’ll bet that is why he is smiling like that. “Henry,” I call out in surprise. Mr Bumstead raised an eyebrow when I entered his classroom.
