What does that mean Joey?”
Joey looked at Clarissa and his heart leapt into his mouth as she gradually pulled the tie on her dressing gown. “I don’t know Miss…sort of.”
“Sort of? xxx sex He was a fish out of water with the opposite sex, even though a lot of the sixth form girls thought he was cute. Clarissa Johnson was well aware of the effect that she had on teenage boys. Up to a year or so earlier, they would call upon his aunt to baby sit, but since turning sixteen he was confident enough to stay home alone. He masturbated at least once a night, sometimes over one or two of his class mates, but more often than not, Miss Johnson and her colleagues. Joey had never seen her like this before. His dick was throbbing, he was racked with a mixture of intense arousal and anxiety. For the last few nights, that had all changed
Getting undressed in her bedroom, she began to undo her blouse and looked across and saw the curtain’s twitch in the bedroom opposite. He new it was voices and not just someone on the phone. His cock was twitching and a little precum was oozing from the end. When you touched them, what were they like?”
“Joey, Miss Brent asked you a question.”
“I…um…she um.”
“You haven’t touched a woman have you Joey?” Said Clarissa, coolly. Joey’s eyes were locked on her
