Since my liaison with Oliver I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. Each time I imagined his mouth on me or his thick, cock sliding into me, I’d get wet and my small, pink nipples would harden. It wouldn't matter where I was. I could be at sixth form, home, a friend’s house or the pub. Suddenly, he’d pop into my head and I’d be horny beyond belief. Taking care of myself was nowhere near as satisfying as the real t...