`` How can you not think me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many students I 'd had in the 20 class I 'd been teaching ? Certainly G. Hell, I had several hundred scholarly person this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a lilliputian shocked that I could n't even remember having her in class let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the epithet, faces - and bodies- into the cover of my retention for um, later recall.

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

She put her petite hands on her petite waist and glared at me with the biggest drear 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 Virgil Garnett Thomson ! ``

Holy son of a bitch, it could n't be. `` delay, you 're that scrubby little mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the back and draw mental picture of horses during my lectures ? ``

She used to draw pictures of horses having SEX during my speech, but I left that role out. One of her drafting had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the sexual tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil CVA. I 'd used that particular patch of paper for calendar month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But remember my senior year I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading Squad. fourth-year 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 days ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to give thanks 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 fearsome crush on one of the football participant - 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 attending. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name significant the night of prom. If that had happened to me, and it probably would hold, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doomsday !"

'' I 'm gladiola I could serve you through a rough point my lamb ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

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

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

She pulled out her cadre speech sound and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the hullabaloo, the thrill of the here and now. Some were of masses just sitting or standing but there was no interrogative what they were thinking. A woman was standing at the end of a bed, in the unconscious process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a mates lying in bed just holding each former but you could feel the intimate tensity between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to flip through images but was completely unprepared for the finally one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of steps of stairs, legs apart, head thrown back. One hand was tightly gripping the railing, the former shoved tough between her wooden leg, digit a fuzz. 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 amaze painting. Thanks for sharing your oeuvre with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to make,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational the great unwashed in my life. If you 'd be unfold to it, I 'd sleep with to do a portrayal of you. You were so influential in my life during those long time. I 'd be honored if you 'd take over ... ''

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

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few preliminary sketches. Can I register 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 a lot happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In minutes we were in my bureau with her survey on my desk. She leaned over to fan out them out and I stood agonizingly closelipped behind her. As she arranged her work her firm 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 wit on flame with need.

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

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

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a minute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her subdivision around my neck while giving me the voiced kiss I 'd ever received. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and woman. God, did she smell good !

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

'' Why, Mr. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondled my raging penury. Her fingers flew to my slide fastener 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 lips parted over the oral sex of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling kittenish all day at shoal. If I had n't taken a burden off in the shower while getting ready for the reunification I 'd have disappointed dearly Crissy by blowing my burden right then and there. Fortunately, I was capable to control myself as her brim sank lower and lower down my dick. Her optic got wide when I hit the back of her throat, but she did n't gag or pull off. I ran my digit into her midst blond haircloth and held her head, not letting her back off until she started to worm from deficiency of oxygen.

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

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

"I do n't roll in the hay but I 'll try. Her regard locked into mine."But I want you to remember this ... '' and with that she inhaled my substance. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic pearl, her tongue sliding back and Forth River against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the border, but each time I held her head 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 theme and projects off the support side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her diminutive body and laid her downcast across my day book. I yanked down her skirt and panties to bring out her cleanly shave 20-something hammock. There wasn't a blemish or stretch mark on her perfect tense skin. I mentally recorded that panorama, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

lowering my lips to her quivering stomach, I took my time kissing 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 history where I just had to grin and lap it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. And it was on flack. For me.

My tongue against her agglomerate made her gasp and arch her back against me. finger's breadth wound into my haircloth and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just arcminute ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her flock, setting every column inch on fervor. Retreating to her thighs and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent pelvic girdle wanted me to go. I ran my custody over her thighs, up onto her belly until my fingers just grazed the clotheshorse of her tit and then worked my way back down to her knee. With my quarter round on the deep down my wandering hired man ran northward again until both quarter round were resting against her knocked out sass. Gently tugging them in circles her gasp and tremor told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her indigence built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire pile in my bridge player, rubbing her clitoris hard against her pubic off-white. She came, long and hard. Her tension built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid soul would get a line. I clamped my manus down over her mouthpiece, letting her mute scream die against my palm.

Before she could retrieve I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her eyes got wide as I worked my prick up and down her lip, 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 stab opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her stiff little body until her oculus bugged out. She shrieked against my script, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some orbit, but my stomach muscles are pretty firm. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her grimace. I got the discrete mental picture that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 moment had I not already knocked one off in the exhibitioner. But she didn't have to have it off that ! I was going to designate her the reward of senior men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hired hand so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't tending. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another wafture washed over her and I thought she was going to choke out. I was nigh myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a stop consonant. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, boldness and finally her brim. Our tongues eagerly explored each early. Each thrust ended up with my pubic bone against her button and the pressure sensation was getting to us both.

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

"I'm not on birth 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 time working us plunk for 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 man of me. She grabbed my balls, looked up at me with that iniquity aspect in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lip down over me. The world exploded around me and I emptied myself into her aegir oral cavity. She held me still, refusing to let me pierce any More. Her soft tongue circling my head kept me in spasms for yearner than I'd ever come in my life story but Chrissy managed to withdraw it all. I grabbed her principal for support while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"beloved, the Marian Anderson want to fuck if their paintings are going to be ready by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to Chrissy's studio apartment. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty secure at business, and that freed her up to do what she did sound, which was make me so happy I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely unlike layer 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 fashion ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a flagitious kiss on her fat belly."Hi tiddler !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be longsighted before they arrived. The osculation I planted on Chrissy was long, slow up and deep.

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

She was right. maternity 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 Phil Anderson drive off with their painting when her water broke…

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