`` How can you not recall me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many students I 'd had in the 20 twelvemonth I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. Hell, I had several hundred educatee this yr alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little scandalise that I could n't even call back having her in course let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my retention for um, later recall.

'' George Homer Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blonde wig ? '' I said with mock excitement .'I always knew you 'd come out of the closet eventually. Looks like the surgery was a huge success ! ``

She put her flyspeck hand on her lilliputian waist and glared at me with the biggest blue eyes 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 George Paget Thomson ! ``

Holy shit, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that scrawny little mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the back and draw poker motion picture of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to draw pictures of horses having SEX during my speech, but I left that percentage out. One of her lottery had stuck to her homework. Walking to my succeeding social class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the Energy Department and the intimate stress was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that detail patch of paper for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an lowerclassman. But remember my senior twelvemonth 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 glad you 've come back for the 10 yr reunion ! What are you doing these daylight ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio 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 thank you. I'm sure you don't remember, but I'd had this terrible compaction on one of the football histrion - funny, I can't even think back 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 fraught the night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would have, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doom !"

'' I 'm glad I could facilitate you through a rough spot my dear ! So what form of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio apartment carries erotic and sensual art and sculpture. I enjoy finding regular people and finding their inside sexual God and Goddess and turning that at large. Would you care to see some sample of my work ?"

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

She pulled out her cell phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the fervor, the thrill of the moment. Some were of multitude just sitting or standing but there was no question what they were thinking. A charwoman 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 tenseness between them.

There were carving too. I continued to flip through mental image but was completely unprepared for the finish one. It was a picture of Crissy. She was lying on a trajectory of stairs, legs apart, head thrown back. One hand was tightly gripping the rail, the other shoved gruelling between her legs, finger a fuzz. It made me instantly hard.

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

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

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

I did n't know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting honest-to-goodness and flabbier than I 've ever been in my sprightliness. Why would anybody require to see me defenseless, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her pictures were amazing. If she could make ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some estimation and have done a few preliminary survey. Can I show them to you in your billet ? 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 much happening right now. `` I could probably swipe away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In minute of arc we were in my berth with her sketch on my desk. She leaned over to circularise them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her employment her solid ass would occasionally brush against the front of my pant. Soon they were pushing back and with each pass she squirmed gently against me setting my head on fire with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't search a lot like me ! okay, 20 old age ago maybe, '' I said wistfully. She 'd been pretty liberal with the 'poetic permit'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 blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But pass on me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her implements of war around my neck while giving me the balmy kiss I 'd ever find. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and fair sex. God, did she smell in effect !

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

'' Why, Mr. Wallace Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondled my raging need. Her fingers flew to my zipper and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her human knee. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her words trailed off as her backtalk parted over the straits of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a encumbrance off in the exhibitor while getting ready for the reunion I 'd possess disappointed heartfelt Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was capable to control myself as her lips sank turn down and lower down my dig. Her eyes got wide when I hit the back of her throat, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my finger's breadth into her thick blond tomentum and held her top dog, not letting her back off until she started to worm from lack of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to think back that spirit, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on sail for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this moment. Remember 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 os, her glossa sliding back and Forth against my aching testis. I let her take me to within irregular of the edge, but each sentence I held her headland tightly, not letting her up for air until I'd calmed down. Only soon I wasn't calming down anymore.

I pulled her side up to mine and kissed her deeply while shoving papers and projects off the back up side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her bantam body and laid her down across my rap sheet. I yanked down her skirt and step-in to expose her cleanly shaven 20-something mound. There wasn't a defect or stretch mark on her utter skin. I mentally recorded that prospect, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

lowering my lips to her quivering stomach, I took my time petting and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous mound. Ok, to be honest some women aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my life-time where I just had to grin and figure out it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest matter I'd ever seen. And it was on fervor. For me.

My clapper against her mound made her gasp and arch her back against me. Fingers wound into my hair and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her crimp, setting every column inch on fire. Retreating to her second joint and stomach, I tortured her by not going back down where her exigent rose hip wanted me to go. I ran my deal over her thighs, up onto her stomach until my fingerbreadth just grazed the swell of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her human knee. With my thumbs on the at heart my wandering mitt ran northward again until both ovolo were resting against her taboo sassing. Gently tugging them in circles her gasps and shiver told me she was enjoying this as a lot as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire knoll in my hired hand, rubbing her button hard against her pubic pearl. She came, long and hard. Her stress built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid someone would hear. I clamped my script down over her sass, letting her muffled thigh-slapper die against my palm.

Before she could regain I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her eyes got wide as I worked my dick 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 thrust opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her pissed little organic structure until her oculus bugged out. She shrieked against my deal, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my stomach muscular tissue are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her face. I got the distinct mental picture that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 secondment had I not already knocked one off in the shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to demo her the advantages of sometime men.

She came again, centre encompassing and then tightly shut. She bit down on my script so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as backbreaking as I could. Another wave washed over her and I thought she was going to pass out. I was close myself from the effort so I slowed down almost to a hitch. Gently stroking her with every column inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her back talk. Our tongues eagerly explored each early. Each poke ended up with my pubic bone against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

"I can't guide much Thomas More,"I said. But it was Thomas More of a dubiousness and she understood.

"I'm not on birthing control but I'd really like to try out you when you come. Will you come in my mouthpiece for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my prison term working us second 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 musket ball, looked up at me with that evil feeling in her eyes and without breaking eye contact lens sank her lips down over me. The human race exploded around me and I emptied myself into her aegir lip. She held me still, refusing to let me thrust any more. Her soft lingua circling my headway kept me in muscle spasm for longer than I'd ever come in my life-time but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for financial support while I wound down.

2 minutes later we were schmoozing in the crew again trying to make as if nil had happened.

Chapter two

"dearest, the Andersons want to know if their paintings are going to be ready by Fri the 18th ?"I was standing at the tail end 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 honest at business, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was pee-pee me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely different grade 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 style ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a atrocious kiss on her fat belly."Hi kidskin !"I said to the Gemini the Twins. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, slow and deep.

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

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

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

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Marian Anderson parkway off with their house painting when her water supply broke…

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