I opened my eyes briefly, still kissing John, and saw his arms were around me, but not touching me. Tube8 Then he pushed in. Before I could put together what was happening, I started to feel a warm wetness on my hand through his pants. After what was probably several seconds of staring, but seemed like just a moment to me, I finally looked away from the bulge and up to John’s face. While they got to work (or just sat in their seats and chatted as the case was for most of them) I tried to make myself look busy at my desk, occasionally looking up and telling certain students to get to work.
