`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many bookman I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. Hell, I had several hundred scholarly person this yr alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little 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 backbone of my memory for um, later recall.

'' George III Homer Armstrong Thompson ! Is that YOU under that blond wig ? '' I said with mock exhilaration .'I always knew you 'd come out of the water closet eventually. Looks like the surgery was a huge succeeder ! ``

She put her petite hands on her tiny shank and glared at me with the adult blue eyes I 'd seen in quite a piece. 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 Thomson ! ``

Holy bullshit, it could n't be. `` hold, you 're that scrubby piddling mousy-brown-haired daughter that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of Equus caballus during my talk ? ``

She used to draw exposure of buck having SEX during my lectures, but I left that part out. One of her drawing had stuck to her preparation. Walking to my next class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw powerfulness, the Energy Department and the intimate tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil strokes. I 'd used that particular piece of paper for calendar month for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But think my senior yr I got a make-over and made the Cheerleading team. Senior yr 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 intimate goddess. Everybody wanted to be her, to be around her. And everyone, boy and female child, wanted to get into her freshly made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so gladiolus 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 thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the but 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 crush on one of the football histrion - funny, 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 aid. Of path you were right ; he got what's-her-name significant the Nox of promenade. 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 end of the world !"

'' I 'm glad I could help you through a rough spot 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 even people and finding their interior sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. 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 footling blond spinner ? Duh…
'' I would love that ! ``

She pulled out her cell telephone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the bang of the moment. Some were of citizenry 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 cognitive operation for undressing for her buff. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each early but you could feel the sexual tension between them.

There were sculpture too. I continued to flip through images but was completely unprepared for the final one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stairs of stairs, legs apart, head thrown back. One manus was tightly gripping the railing, the early shoved backbreaking between her legs, finger a blur. It made me instantly hard.

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

'' No, It's ok. It truly is an beat 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 people in my life. If you 'd be receptive to it, I 'd love to do a portraiture of you. You were so influential in my life history during those class. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

I did n't acknowledge 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 pictures were amazing. If she could stimulate ME face like THAT ...

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

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

In minutes we were in my place with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly finale behind her. As she arranged her study her unbendable ass would occasionally sweep against the front of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each bye she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on ardor with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't wait a lot like me ! okeh, 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 ! ``

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a moment here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her branch around my neck while giving me the piano kiss I 'd ever received. 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. Stanley Smith Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and caress my raging motivation. Her fingers flew to my zip 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 Christian Bible trailed off as her lips parted over the read/write head of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling kittenish all day at school. If I had n't taken a payload off in the shower while getting fix for the reunification I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my load right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to check myself as her brim sank down in the mouth and lower down my irradiation. Her eyes got wide when I hit the back of her throat, but she did n't gag or deplume off. I ran my fingers into her buddy-buddy blonde hair and held her head, not letting her dorsum off until she started to twist from lack of oxygen.

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

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

"I do n't know but I 'll try. Her regard locked into mine."But I want you to remember this ... '' and with that she inhaled my heart and soul. Taking me slowly into her sass, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic off-white, her tongue sliding back and Forth River against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the bound, but each time I held her read/write 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 papers and projects off the back side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny dead body and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her wench and panties to expose her cleanly trim 20-something pitcher's mound. There wasn't a blemish or stretch mark on her perfect skin. I mentally recorded that view, as I would realistically never get another opportunity like this.

letting down my sassing to her quivering stomach, I took my time kissing and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous knoll. Ok, to be fair some women aren't terribly attractive down there. I'd been presented with a few in my lifetime where I just had to grin and solve it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest matter I'd ever seen. And it was on fire. For me.

My tongue against her hammock made her pant and arch her backrest against me. Fingers wound into my hairsbreadth and held my typeface hard against her, much as I'd done to her just minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her folds, setting every inch on fire. Retreating to her thighs and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent hips wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her thighs, up onto her abdomen until my finger's breadth just grazed the gallant of her titty and then worked my way back down to her articulatio genus. With my ovolo on the inwardly my wandering hand ran northward again until both pollex were resting against her outer lips. Gently tugging them in circles her gasps and tremor told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire pitcher 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 someone would hear. I clamped my hand down over her sass, letting her dampen scream die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up put myself against her imbrue possible action. Her middle got panoptic as I worked my tool up and down her lips, then slowly sank a couple inches into her steaming sex. God, was she tight ! I had to shove over and over just to get inside. Each shot opened her up and allowed another inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her mean little body until her center 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 arena, but my stomach muscles are pretty secure. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her face. I got the distinct notion that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 moment had I not already strike hard one off in the exhibitor. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to render her the vantage of elder men.

She came again, eyes 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 wave washed over her and I thought she was going to give-up the ghost 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 lips. Our spit eagerly explored each other. Each stab ended up with my pubic bone against her clitoris and the pressure was getting to us both.

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

"I'm not on parturition control but I'd really like to taste you when you come. Will you come in my backtalk for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my clip working us back up into a hysteria and then hollered it was sentence. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneeling in battlefront of me. She grabbed my ballock, looked up at me with that evil look in her eyes and without breaking eye touch sank her lips down over me. The man exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager lip. She held me still, refusing to let me push up any More. Her soft tongue circling my head teacher kept me in spasm for longer than I'd ever come in my spirit but Chrissy managed to bury it all. I grabbed her head for sustenance while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"dearest, the Anderson want to lie with if their painting are going to be ready by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the stair 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 goodness 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 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 way ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a monstrous candy kiss on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The osculation I planted on Chrissy was long, slow and deep.

"Wow, I know what somebody'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 cook by THIS Friday so long as the Gemini don't arrive early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the private road watching the Andersons effort off with their picture when her water system broke…

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