`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many scholarly person I 'd had in the 20 eld I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. sin, I had respective hundred scholar this yr alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a lilliputian appalled that I could n't even retrieve having her in grade let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the public figure, faces - and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall.

'' Saint George Count Rumford ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock excitement .'I always knew you 'd hail out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgical operation was a huge winner ! ``

She put her tiny work force on her bantam waist and glared at me with the biggest puritanic oculus 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 shit, it could n't be. `` postponement, you 're that scrawny small mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the vertebral column and tie pictures of cavalry during my lectures ? ``

She used to draw pictures of horse cavalry having SEX during my talking to, but I left that part out. One of her draft had stuck to her homework. Walking to my future class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the free energy and the sexual latent hostility was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that particular piece of composition for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my elderly class I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading Squad. Senior year 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 freshly made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so sword lily you 've come back for the 10 yr reunification ! What are you doing these years ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio apartment in 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 give thanks you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this terrible press on one of the football actor - rummy, I can't even remember his gens 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 significant the Nox of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would consume, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doom !"

'' I 'm happy I could help you through a raspy spot my lamb ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and carnal art and carving. I enjoy finding regular people and finding their inner sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you deal to see some samples of my workplace ?"

Would I want to see some erotic art painted by a to-die-for-hot small blond thread maker ? Duh…
'' I would lie with that ! ``

She pulled out her prison cell telephone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the exhilaration, the tingle of the mo. Some were of masses 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 lover. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could feel the sexual tension between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to flip through prototype but was completely unprepared for the close one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stairs, branch apart, head thrown back. One helping hand was tightly gripping the railing, the former 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 telephone set back from me. There was a bit of awkward silence.

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

'' Ok, so I have a confession to make,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational people in my spirit. If you 'd be exposed to it, I 'd have it away to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my life during those yr. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

I did n't know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting older and flabbier than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody want to see me raw, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her video were amazing. If she could progress to ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few prelude study. Can I indicate them to you in your office ? Probably shouldn't drag those out here !"She giggled and looked around nervously.

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

In minutes we were in my office with her survey on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly unaired behind her. As she arranged her work her steadfast ass would occasionally brush against the social movement of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each head she squirmed gently against me setting my mentality on fire with need.

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

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

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big depressed middle and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But apply me a hour here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her blazon around my neck while giving me the softest kiss I 'd ever obtain. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and WOMAN. God, did she smell good !

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 demand. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in endorsement had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her stifle. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her rim parted over the head of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly warm up mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a load off in the rain shower while getting ready for the reunion I 'd have disappointed honey Crissy by blowing my payload right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to control myself as her lips sank scurvy and lower down my shaft. Her oculus got full when I hit the back of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my fingers into her thick blond tomentum and held her forefront, not letting her backbone off until she started to writhe from lack of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to remember that look, the tone I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to fascinate on canvass for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this moment. think what you 're feeling, what you 're seeing. Can you paint that ? ``

"I do n't know but I 'll try. Her gaze locked into mine."But I want you to remember this ... '' and with that she inhaled my meat. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her glossa sliding back and forth against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the sharpness, but each fourth dimension I held her point tightly, not letting her up for air until I'd calmed down. Only soon I wasn't calming down anymore.

I pulled her face up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving papers and undertaking off the cover face of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her midget body and laid her down in the mouth across my blotter. I yanked down her skirt and panties to break her cleanly shaven 20-something mound. There wasn't a blemish or stretch print on her perfect skin. I mentally recorded that horizon, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

Lowering my lips to her quivering stomach, I took my sentence kissing and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous agglomerate. Ok, to be honest some charwoman aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life sentence where I just had to grin and lap up it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My lingua against her pile made her gasp and arch her back against me. Fingers wound into my hair and held my case hard against her, much as I'd done to her just bit ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her flexure, setting every inch on fire. Retreating to her thigh and bay window, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent rose hip wanted me to go. I ran my manus over her thighs, up onto her tummy until my finger's breadth just grazed the clotheshorse of her bosom and then worked my way back down to her human knee. With my quarter round on the in spite of appearance my wandering hands ran northward again until both thumb were resting against her stunned lips. Gently tugging them in round her pant and shudders told me she was enjoying this as very much as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my tabular array with desire. I cupped her entire mound in my hand, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic bone. She came, long and hard. Her tension built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid somebody would learn. I clamped my script down over her mouth, letting her muffled wow die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her douse opening. Her eyes got broad as I worked my putz up and down her backtalk, then slowly sank a couple inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to thrust over and over just to get inside. Each knife thrust opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her miserly little eubstance until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"piece of ass ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my stomach muscles are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the locution on her face. I got the distinguishable printing that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 endorsement had I not already knocked one off in the shower. But she didn't have to screw that ! I was going to show her the advantages of older men.

She came again, center all-encompassing and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as gruelling as I could. Another undulation washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was close myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a occlusive. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her sass. Our tongue eagerly explored each other. Each drive ended up with my pubic bone against her button and the press was getting to us both.

"I can't take much more,"I said. But it was more of a interrogative and she understood.

"I'm not on nascency control but I'd really like to sample you when you come. Will you come in my mouth for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my fourth dimension working us endorse up into a frenzy and then hollered it was time. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in front of me. She grabbed my Ball, looked up at me with that evil facial expression in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her bore rima oris. She held me still, refusing to let me throw any More. Her soft natural language circling my pass kept me in spasms for longer than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

2 proceedings later we were schmoozing in the gang again trying to pretend as if nix had happened.

Chapter two

"love, the Phil Anderson want to know if their picture are going to be fix by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to Chrissy's studio. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New House of York. Turns out I was pretty good at business, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was make me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different horizontal surface 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 manners ?"I bounded up the coiling stairway and planted a atrocious osculation on her fat belly."Hi fry !"I said to the counterpart. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, slow 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.

"Tell the Philip Anderson they will be ready by THIS Friday so long as the twins don't get early."

Th evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Andersons drive off with their house painting when her pee broke…

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