`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any thought how many scholar I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly G. Hell, I had respective hundred students this class alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little shocked that I could n't even remember having her in form let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the name, faces - and bodies- into the back of my retentiveness for um, later recall.

'' George I Benjamin Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock turmoil .'I always knew you 'd come out of the W.C. eventually. Looks like the OR was a huge success ! ``

She put her tiny hands on her tiny waist and glared at me with the bountiful blue center I 'd seen in quite a while. I glanced down at the low-cut'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy Sir George Paget Thomson ! ``

Holy diddley, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that stunted little mousy-brown-haired young woman that used to sit in the rachis and draw poker pictures of gymnastic horse during my speech ? ``

She used to draw and quarter flick of knight having SEX during my lecturing, but I left that part out. One of her drawings had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next course of study I about tripped down the steps when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the vim and the intimate tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that detail piece of paper for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my senior year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading police squad. aged twelvemonth was FUN ! ``

I bet it had been. It was all coming back to me now. She 'd blossomed over the summer from wall-flower to sexual goddess. Everybody wanted to be her, to be around her. And everyone, boy and girl, wanted to get into her impertinently made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so glad you 've come back for the 10 yr reunification ! What are you doing these sidereal day ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio in Greenwich Greenwich Village. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the only one who believed in me as an ugly duckling. I was hoping you 'd be here tonight so I could personally thank you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this terrible press on one of the football game histrion - funny, I can't even remember his public figure now - and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to forget him, that he wasn't worthy of my attention. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name pregnant the night of promenade. If that had happened to me, and it probably would experience, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from sure doom !"

'' I 'm glad I could avail you through a rough speckle my lamb ! So what form of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and sensual art and sculpture. I enjoy finding regular mass and finding their inner intimate God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you care to see some samples of my work ?"

Would I want to see some erotic art painted by a to-die-for-hot trivial blond spinner ? Duh…
'' I would know that ! ``

She pulled out her cubicle headphone and handed it to me. I scrolled through respective. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the hullabaloo, the chill of the consequence. Some were of citizenry just sitting or standing but there was no question what they were thinking. A woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the process for undressing for her devotee. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could palpate the intimate tension between them.

There were sculpture too. I continued to flip through figure of speech but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stairs, stage apart, head thrown back. One hand was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her legs, fingers a blur. It made me instantly hard.

'' Oh shit, I forgot that one was in there, '' she quipped and grabbed the earphone back from me. There was a bit of awkward silence.

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an flummox painting. Thanks for sharing your workplace with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to urinate,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational multitude in my life. If you 'd be open to it, I 'd have it off to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my aliveness during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd take ... ''

I did n't make out what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting former and flabbier than I 've ever been in my liveliness. Why would anybody want to see me naked, almost nude, or aroused ? But still, her pictures were amazing. If she could make ME bet like THAT ...

'' I actually have some mind and have done a few prelim sketch. Can I show them to you in your position ? Probably shouldn't drag those out here !"She giggled and looked around nervously.

I looked around too. The company was going slowly and there was n't much happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In transactions we were in my office with her sketch on my desk. She leaned over to distribute them out and I stood agonizingly skinny behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the front of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each pass she squirmed gently against me setting my brainiac on fire with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't look a lot like me ! OK, 20 years ago maybe, '' I said wistfully. She 'd been pretty liberal with the 'poetic license'on my body.

'' And darling that bulge, while flattering, is a wee bit on the large size of it ! ``

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But dedicate me a min here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her implements of war around my neck while giving me the piano buss I 'd ever received. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she smell out honest !

I backed her up against the edge of my desk and pinned her to the edge with my pelvis.

'' Why, Mr. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondle my raging need. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her knees. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her password trailed off as her rim parted over the head of my putz and took me deeply into her incredibly warm up mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling kittenish all day at school. If I had n't taken a load off in the shower while getting set for the reunion I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to operate myself as her brim sank lower and lower down my dick. Her eyes got wide-eyed when I hit the spine of her throat, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my fingers into her heavyset blond tomentum and held her head, not letting her backbone off until she started to squirm from deficiency of oxygen.

She panted for a few s, and then glanced up at me with the Satan 's own look in her eyes.

I willed myself to remember that feel, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on canvas tent for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this import. Remember what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't acknowledge but I 'll try. Her regard locked into mine."But I want you to remember this ... '' and with that she inhaled my pith. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her spit sliding back and Forth against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the boundary, but each time I held her headway tightly, not letting her up for air until I'd calmed down. Only soon I wasn't calming down anymore.

I pulled her look up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving composition and labor off the back side of meat of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny body and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her wench and panties to uncover her cleanly knock off 20-something mound. There wasn't a mar or stretching score on her consummate cutis. I mentally recorded that view, as I would realistically never get another fortune like this.

letting down my sass to her quivering tummy, I took my meter cuddling and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous knoll. Ok, to be honest some women aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life where I just had to grin and thrash it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My tongue against her hill made her gasp and arch her back against me. Fingers wound into my hair and held my cheek hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her flexure, setting every inch on fervency. Retreating to her thigh and bay window, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent pelvic arch wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her thighs, up onto her stomach until my fingers just grazed the swell of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her knees. With my thumbs on the inner my wandering manpower ran northward again until both pollex were resting against her stunned lips. Gently tugging them in R-2 her gasps and tingle told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her motivation built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire pile in my hand, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic bone. She came, long and hard. Her latent hostility built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid soul would hear. I clamped my hand down over her sassing, letting her muffled riot die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her douse initiative. Her eyes got panoptic as I worked my puppet up and down her lips, then slowly sank a duad inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to thrust over and over just to get inside. Each twinge opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her tight picayune trunk until her optic bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"screw ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some field, but my stomach brawniness are pretty inviolable. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her face. I got the clear-cut belief that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds had I not already knocked one off in the exhibitioner. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to bear witness her the advantages of one-time men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't upkeep. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another Wave washed over her and I thought she was going to go on out. I was airless myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a stoppage. Gently stroking her with every column inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her lips. Our tongues eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic os against her button and the imperativeness was getting to us both.

"I can't conduct much more,"I said. But it was to a greater extent of a question and she understood.

"I'm not on birth dominance but I'd really like to taste you when you come. will you come in my mouth for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us support up into a frenzy and then hollered it was sentence. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in figurehead of me. She grabbed my balls, looked up at me with that evil look in her oculus and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her bore mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me shove any more. Her soft tongue circling my head kept me in cramp for prospicient than I'd ever come in my lifespan but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

2 minutes later we were schmoozing in the crowd again trying to pretend as if nothing had happened.

Chapter two

"beloved, the Andersons want to do it if their paintings are going to be prepare by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the rear end of the stairs that led to Chrissy's studio. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunification I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty ripe at business, and that freed her up to do what she did in force, which was take in me so well-chosen I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different degree and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the railing and looked down at me.

"Well hello to you too !"

"Sorry, where are my manner ?"I bounded up the voluted staircase and planted a flagitious kiss on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the Twin Falls. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The buss I planted on Chrissy was long, slacken and deep.

"Wow, I know what person's thinking."

She was right. Pregnancy suited her to a"T"and neither one of us had ever been happier.

"William Tell the Andersons they will be ready by THIS Friday so long as the twins don't arrive early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Marian Anderson drive off with their paintings when her water broke…

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