Spencer was fantasising about Emma. He was imagining her licking and sucking his c**k, hungrily begging for him to come in her mouth. The thought of those soft red lips sliding up and down his rigid pole and those dark perceptive eyes, gazing up at him while she smiled around a mouthful of his c**k, had him rock hard again.
Which, he realised as the school bell rang, was a bit of a problem as he was in a class and everyone around him was leaving.
Emma had dressed him very differently in a white t-shirt and blue jeans and he'd already had a few comments at school today, all of them surprisingly positive. She'd also promised to take him shopping for more clothes as well as a proper haircut that weekend. She'd also tantalisingly hinted that, if he were clean, she might consider using more t
