`` How can you not commemorate me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any estimation how many students I 'd had in the 20 days I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. netherworld, I had several hundred pupil this yr alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a picayune shocked that I could n't even remember having her in class let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my memory for um, later recall.

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

She put her tiny hands on her tiny waist and glared at me with the bragging 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. `` delay, you 're that scrawny niggling mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the spinal column and draw play pictures of buck during my talking to ? ``

She used to withdraw picture show of horses having SEX during my lectures, but I left that function out. One of her drawings had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next stratum I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the intimate tensity was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil stroking. I 'd used that particular musical composition of newspaper publisher 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 Squad. elderly 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 girlfriend, wanted to get into her freshly made over panties.

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

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 if 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 crunch on one of the football game musician - good story, I can't even remember his name now - and when he brutally turned me down you were the one who told me to bury him, that he wasn't worthy of my attention. Of line you were right ; he got what's-her-name significant 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 sealed doom !"

'' I 'm gladiolus I could help 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 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 little blond spinster ? Duh…
'' I would love that ! ``

She pulled out her mobile phone phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through various. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the mo. Some were of hoi polloi just sitting or standing but there was no inquiry 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 tension between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to flip through images but was completely unprepared for the last one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stair, branch apart, head thrown back. One handwriting was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved intemperate between her legs, digit a blur. It made me instantly hard.

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

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

'' Ok, so I have a confession to piss,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational people in my animation. If you 'd be open to it, I 'd love to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my lifespan during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd take over ... ''

I did n't know what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting older and flabby than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody need to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her pictorial matter were amazing. If she could make ME seem like THAT ...

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few preliminary resume. Can I show them to you in your federal agency ? 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 filch away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In arcminute we were in my berth with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her workplace 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 brain on blast with need.

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

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

She looked over her shoulder at me with those big depressed optic and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a bit here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her weapon system around my neck while giving me the softest kiss I 'd ever received. She smelled corresponding Lilacs and Lavender and cleaning lady. God, did she smell out sound !

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 indigence. 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 words trailed off as her back talk parted over the drumhead of my creature and took me deeply into her implausibly fond mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at shoal. If I had n't taken a load off in the shower while getting ready for the reunion I 'd have disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my cargo right then and there. Fortunately, I was able-bodied to keep in line myself as her lips sank lower and lower down my dick. 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 hair and held her head, not letting her back off until she started to squirm from deficiency of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to remember that flavour, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to get on canvas for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this import. retrieve 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 meat. Taking me slowly into her rima oris, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her tongue sliding back and Forth against my aching bollock. I let her take me to within secondment of the edge, but each clock 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 papers and projects off the dorsum English of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny body and laid her down feather across my rap sheet. I yanked down her bird and pantie to expose her cleanly trim 20-something cumulation. There wasn't a mar or reaching mark on her perfect peel. I mentally recorded that opinion, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

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

My tongue against her mound made her gasp and arch her back against me. Fingers wound into my hair and held my human face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just proceedings ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her folds, setting every in on blast. Retreating to her second joint and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent pelvic arch wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her second joint, 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 ovolo on the indoors my wandering hands ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her outer lips. Gently tugging them in band her gasps and shudder told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her need built until she was thrashing around on my tabular array with desire. I cupped her entire knoll 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 mouth, letting her muffled screaming die against my palm.

Before she could recuperate I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her heart got wide as I worked my pecker up and down her lips, then slowly sank a twain 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 column inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her slopped little eubstance until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my handwriting, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my stomach muscle are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her expression. I got the distinct printing that nonentity 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 shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to show her the reward of older men.

She came again, centre wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my deal so hard I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as hard as I could. Another moving ridge washed over her and I thought she was going to go by out. I was close myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a plosive consonant. Gently stroking her with every column inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, impudence and finally her sassing. Our spit eagerly explored each other. Each thrust ended up with my pubic bone against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

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

"I'm not on birth control but I'd really like to taste you when you come. volition you come in my oral cavity for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my time working us punt up into a frenzy and then hollered it was prison term. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneeling in straw man of me. She grabbed my balls, looked up at me with that malevolent look in her centre and without breaking eye contact sank her mouth down over me. The cosmos exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me pierce any more. Her soft tongue circling my head kept me in spasms for longsighted than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her top dog for backing while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"Honey, the Carl Anderson want to know if their paintings are going to be prepare by Fri the 18th ?"I was standing at the bottom of the steps that led to Chrissy's studio. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunion I had resigned from the staff and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty good at business, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was pee-pee me so felicitous I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely unlike level 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 spiral stairway and planted a flagitious kiss on her fat belly."Hi Kid !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be hanker before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, slow and deep.

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

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

"Tell the Carl David Anderson they will be set up by THIS Friday so long as the similitude don't get early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Andersons campaign off with their paintings when her water broke…

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