Carl looked up at the girl, who fucked had long blonde hair that was braided into one gathering in the back, and quickly noticed her small titties that were displayed prominently because the top she was wearing was very tight. She also had on a pleaded skirt and black patent leather shoes. Whether on purpose or not, Carl placed his hand on her tight little ass and boosted her back up so that she could navigate the rest of the distance back to her seat. She whispered "thank you" to Carl but fleetingly noticed the beginning of a boner in Mike's pants. "Do you know her?" Carl asked his son. "Yeah, she's got the same lunch as me and she usually sits at my table." "She’s quiet a 'looker', that's for sure," he mentioned just loud enough for the woman next to him to give out a dirty look. The first part of the meeting ended, and parents were given the opportunity to leave, and they got up to do so. After they got out into the hallway outside of the media center, Carl was ready to head right for indian the parking lot when a hand touched him on his shoulder. "Excuse me sir . . . but I noticed the fine award your son received in math and was wondering, whether he could tutor my daughter in mathematics?" Carl positioned himself so that he could see Emelie and her parents. Both he and Mike were so surprised with the question they just looked at each other for several seconds and then finally Mr. Johnson said, "That would be up to him . . . but I imagine we could work out something." At that point Emelie's mother took over the conversation, indicating that they were from Sweden and here in the states for a couple of years and that math was the only area her daughter had difficulty with. While the parents were talking and walking down the hall towards the front of the building, Mike and Emelie moved closer together and college began their own conversation. "I am so embarrassed Michael. Don't be afraid to say no. My mom is quite the organizer/planner," she pointed out guardedly. "That's not a problem. I would be happy to help you in math. You could ride my bus home and we could work before dinner, maybe a couple of days a week." "I would like that," she said with a big smile on her face as she squeezed his hand. As Mike looked into her eyes he saw a twinkle and knew she must have found him somewhat handsome, and as a result, his cock home began to rise once again. He had just turned 16 over the summer and she was a month younger, but that did not seem to matter as they continued to carry-on a typical high school conversation. As they continued talking, his cock continued to grow and he was soon suddenly embarrassed. I took me a little longer to wrap it around fucked me and I did so knowing my breasts were home not covered. "I think I have had enough chicken soup," I said between breaths. That bus was quite noisy and we didn’t get much indian chance to talk and be understood. Suck-chin turned to face Scott once more. “Good job son that was a very nice quickie for your first time. You’ve not been late for the past week.” Her curly, brown hair swayed about her flushed face. He was six feet five inches tall and a semi pro bodybuilder. He clearly knew the score. The whole town gave off a huge sigh of relief over this, they had been pulling for us all the time. I give him a few hard slaps to the face with my left hand as my right hand keeps a tight grip on his hair. I carry her back out to the limo and one agent goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limo along with a female agent to protect her. “Sama...” He smiled. She took her mouth My clit throbbed against her silky left. A minute later, the DJ fired up the college song “Cocaine”, and the place went crazy.