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I sensed that everyone was listening. My ears burned. So I asked who our form teacher was going to be. I got my answer pretty quick. In walked Mr Davis. He was a short but powerful man with thinning hair. He effortlessly commanded respect. The whole room hushed. He put down a pile of papers on his desk, turned to the class and, in a clear Scottish accent, welcomed us to the six-form. He looked around and his eyes settled on me. He told me to stand up, which I did, but I didn’t have to introduce myself and say anything because he did all that for me. Everyone then chorused “hello Sam.” and I sat down. I was glad I hadn’t had to talk; I don’t think I’d have been able to talk loud enough for anyone to hear. Mr Davis was also our maths teacher. Those not taking maths — you picked you subjects for A-levels — left and some new kids from other forms came in. I stayed put in my corner seat. Then we had our first maths lesson, which went until lunch. That was different from high school; at A-level you only took three subjects but the lesson slots were often a lot longer. My first lunch was pretty lonely. I found the cafeteria using my map. tits I didn’t have any friends to hang out with. This was uncomfortable, but not half as uncomfortable as being at my old school surrounded by bullies. There were so many kids everywhere that it was hard to spot anyone. I didn’t see Helen nor Katie’s gang, nor Flat Alice nor anyone else who might be in the six-form. I probably wouldn’t have dared go up to them anyway. It was a nice day and I sat outside, waiting for the afternoon lesson on physics to start. That night my adorable dad took me down the local to celebrate my first day at six-form and ask how it went. I told him it went pussy great. He told me it’d take time to make friends and work out who the shits were. I guess he saw through me a bit, but being in the pub with the builders and my dad really kept my spirits high. I wasn’t going to be a push over so quit feeling sorry for me. The next day I went to school again, slipping into the stream of kids between two groups. I went straight to the back corner of the form classroom, realising that the bunch of boys who sat in front of me didn’t look so friendly. I guess they didn’t like that I was getting in with Helen and Katie and the back row? Helen seemed really nice. Sure she liked me ogling her boobs, but she liked that kind of attention from all the boys. She was a flirt, but she was also kind and considerate. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body. She was way out of my league, but I guess she didn’t know that on account of nobody knowing my history. The Cuckold back row girls knew all the other boys who had gone on to six-form from the high school and they weren’t really their type. Most of the back row girls had boyfriends sexy who were a year or two older and had left school and were working or looking for it. I think Helen had a boyfriend, although she carefully kept it ambiguous. But Katie kept gleefully implying it. At first Ponni kept adorable her affair with Velan a secret from her husband. “No child, I am a servant of god, you must be mistaking me for someone else.” I responded. I tell her sexy that I am. “Paying homage,” he said, and shook his wrists. It should help you to defeat another major one. "I think this is Carol's top," she said. As the opposing players ran past him, Antoine tits noticed the girl he'd inadvertently groped whisper something to some of the other girls, and they glanced at Antoine before nodding. I took a step, hesitantly, towards her. “If you were with Darlene and someone in a Cuckold Catwoman costume started licking and poking your ass, what would you do?” Jason asked. With each thrust, pussy his hips moved closer to her. I can feel her mouth tighten around my shaft as she sucks hard. "Brrrrr," I shivered.