`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any approximation how many bookman I 'd had in the 20 long time I 'd been teaching ? Certainly yard. Hell, I had several hundred students this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little appalled that I could n't even remember having her in stratum let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the back of my store for um, later recall.

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

She put her tiny script on her tiny waistline and glared at me with the biggest blue center I 'd seen in quite a piece. I glanced down at the decollete'V'of her blouse, but what she had in there was n't 'tiny'at all.

'' I 'm Crissy Thomson ! ``

holy place dogshit, it could n't be. `` Wait, you 're that skinny little mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the back and draw pictures of horses during my talk ? ``

She used to run pictures of horses having SEX during my lectures, but I left that function out. One of her drawings had stuck to her preparation. Walking to my next year I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the energy and the sexual tensity was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil slash. I 'd used that exceptional slice of paper 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. 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 young woman, wanted to get into her impertinently made over panties.

'' Well well well ! I 'm so gladiolus you 've come back for the 10 yr reunion ! What are you doing these sidereal 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 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 press on one of the football players - risible, I can't even recall 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 pregnant the dark of promenade. If that had happened to me, and it probably would have got, 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 smirch my dear ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and animal art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular masses and finding their intimate sexual God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you manage to see some samples of my work ?"

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

She pulled out her jail cell telephone set and handed it to me. I scrolled through respective. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the hullabaloo, the tingle of the consequence. Some were of the great unwashed 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 unconscious process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a mates lying in bed just holding each early but you could feel the sexual tension between them.

There were sculptures too. I continued to tack through images but was completely unprepared for the shoemaker's last one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stairs, peg apart, head thrown back. One deal was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her ramification, digit a blur. 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 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 make,"she said."I 'm doing a serial on inspirational citizenry in my life. If you 'd be afford to it, I 'd get it on to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my life during those year. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

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

'' I actually have some thought and have done a few overture sketches. Can I show them to you in your spot ? 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 lots happening right now. `` I could probably purloin away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In second we were in my government agency with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to unfold them out and I stood agonizingly close behind her. As she arranged her employment her firm ass would occasionally sweep against the front of my trousers. Soon they were pushing back and with each flip she squirmed gently against me setting my head on blast with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't front a lot like me ! Okay, 20 days 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 boastfully sizing ! ``

She looked over her shoulder joint at me with those big blue eyes and whispered, `` Maybe right now. But give me a arcminute here ... '' With that she stood up and turned around, wrapping her weapons system around my cervix while giving me the diffused osculation I 'd ever experience. She smelled the like Lilacs and Lavender and fair sex. God, did she smell proficient !

I backed her up against the border 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 pauperism. Her fingers flew to my zip and in seconds had snaked me out. She pushed me back and dropped to her knee joint. `` Wow, I guess I never suspected you 'd be so nicely ... '' her intelligence trailed off as her lips parted over the header of my tool and took me deeply into her unbelievably warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling kittenish all day at school. If I had n't taken a load off in the rain shower while getting cook for the reunion I 'd have disappointed affectionately Crissy by blowing my cargo right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to command myself as her rim sank small and low down my prick. Her eyes got wide of the mark when I hit the back of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or attract off. I ran my fingers into her thick blond hair and held her head word, not letting her rachis off until she started to wriggle from lack of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to commemorate that tone, the belief I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on canvass for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this instant. 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 bone, her tongue sliding back and Forth River against my aching ballock. I let her take me to within seconds of the edge, but each meter 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 report and projects off the back side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny trunk and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her annulus and panties to uncover her flawlessly shaven 20-something cumulation. There wasn't a mar or reaching German mark on her hone skin. I mentally recorded that panorama, as I would realistically never get another chance like this.

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

My tongue against her cumulus made her gasp and arch her back against me. Fingers wound into my hairsbreadth and held my face hard against her, much as I'd done to her just hour 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 tum until my finger's breadth just grazed the swell of her bosom and then worked my way back down to her stifle. With my thumbs on the inside my wandering hands ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her extinct lips. Gently tugging them in rotary her gasps and shudders told me she was enjoying this as much as I was. Her demand built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her entire mound in my bridge player, rubbing her button hard against her pubic os. She came, long and hard. Her tenseness built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid mortal would hear. I clamped my handwriting down over her sassing, letting her muffled scream die against my palm.

Before she could recover I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her eyes got wide as I worked my dick up and down her rim, 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 column inch. Eventually I was buried to the hilt. I stroked her deeply, filling her tight slight body until her center bugged out. She shrieked against my mitt, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

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

She came again, oculus blanket and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so firmly I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as punishing as I could. Another wafture washed over her and I thought she was going to legislate out. I was close myself from the exertion so I slowed down almost to a stop. Gently stroking her with every inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, cheek and finally her lips. Our tongues eagerly explored each former. Each thrusting ended up with my pubic off-white against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

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

"I'm not on giving birth ascendancy but I'd really like to taste you when you come. testament you come in my sass for me ?"

Like I was going to say no…

I took my meter working us back up into a delirium 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 balls, looked up at me with that evil looking at in her center and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The globe exploded around me and I emptied myself into her bore mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me thrust any more. Her cushy tongue circling my head kept me in spasms for long than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to live with it all. I grabbed her head for financial support while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"Honey, the Andersons want to know if their house painting are going to be set 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 reunification I had resigned from the faculty and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty good at byplay, 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 dissimilar level and we were on our way to being decadently wealthy. She waddled over to the railing and looked down at me.

"wellspring hello to you too !"

"Sorry, where are my manner ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a grievous kiss on her fat belly."Hi tike !"I said to the Gemini the Twins. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, obtuse 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.

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

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

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