`` How can you not think of me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many educatee I 'd had in the 20 geezerhood I 'd been teaching ? Certainly thousands. Hell, I had various hundred pupil this year alone. She was seriously precious though, so I was a footling shocked that I could n't even remember having her in course let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the names, faces - and bodies- into the rear of my memory for um, later recall.

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

She put her tiny bridge player on her lilliputian waist and glared at me with the gravid blue sky center I 'd seen in quite a while. 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 shit, it could n't be. `` hold, you 're that scraggy little mousy-brown-haired girl that used to sit in the spinal column and attractor ikon of horses during my talking to ? ``

She used to draw mental picture of horses having SEX during my lectures, but I left that part out. One of her draftsmanship had stuck to her homework. Walking to my next course of study I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw power, the get-up-and-go and the sexual tension was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil virgule. I 'd used that finicky musical composition of theme for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an underclassman. But commemorate 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 impudently made over panties.

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

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful creative person ! I have a minor studio in Greenwich Village. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the entirely 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 wicked crush on one of the football game players - funny, I can't even remember his name 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 care. Of course you were right ; he got what's-her-name meaning 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 sure doom !"

'' I 'm gladiolus I could assist you through a rough pip my dear ! So what variety of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio apartment carries erotic and sensual art and sculpture. I enjoy finding regular the great unwashed and finding their privileged intimate God and Goddess and turning that loose. Would you care to see some sampling of my work ?"

Would I want to see some titillating art painted by a to-die-for-hot slight blond spinster ? Duh…
'' I would love that ! ``

She pulled out her cell telephone set and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the excitement, the thrill of the bit. Some were of people 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 appendage for undressing for her buff. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each early but you could experience the sexual latent hostility between them.

There were carving too. I continued to flip through images but was completely unprepared for the hold out one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a trajectory of step, legs apart, head thrown back. One paw was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved hard between her legs, fingers 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 ill at ease silence.

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

'' Ok, so I have a confession to wee-wee,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational people in my life. If you 'd be open to it, I 'd jazz to do a portrait of you. You were so influential in my lifetime during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd accept ... ''

I did n't sleep with what to say. I 'm in my 40 's, getting older and flabbier than I 've ever been in my life. Why would anybody require to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her depiction were amazing. If she could make ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some ideas and have done a few prelude sketch. Can I show them to you in your government agency ? 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 much happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In minutes we were in my office with her survey on my desk. She leaned over to propagate them out and I stood agonizingly come together behind her. As she arranged her work her firmly ass would occasionally sweep against the front of my pant. Soon they were pushing back and with each passing she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on fervor with need.

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

'' And darling that excrescence, while flattering, is a wee bit on the large sizing ! ``

She looked over her berm 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 arms around my neck while giving me the delicate kiss I 'd ever invite. She smelled like Lilacs and Lavender and adult female. 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. Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondle my raging need. Her finger's breadth flew to my slide fastener 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 language trailed off as her backtalk parted over the head of my tool and took me deeply into her incredibly strong mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at schooling. If I had n't taken a burden off in the shower while getting ready for the reunification I 'd deliver disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my warhead right then and there. Fortunately, I was able to manipulate myself as her lips sank scurvy and take down down my putz. Her eyes got encompassing 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 thickset blond hair and held her headland, not letting her backbone off until she started to squirm from lack of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to recall that facial expression, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to trance on canvass for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this import. Remember 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 recollect this ... '' and with that she inhaled my heart and soul. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her spit sliding back and Forth against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the edge, 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 papers and projects off the dorsum side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny body and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her skirt and pantie to exhibit her cleanly shaven 20-something pitcher. There wasn't a blemish or stint mark on her complete skin. I mentally recorded that view, as I would realistically never get another fortune like this.

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

My tongue against her hummock made her pant and arch her back against me. finger wound into my fuzz and held my facial expression hard against her, much as I'd done to her just mo ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her folds, setting every column inch on fire. Retreating to her second joint and tummy, I tortured her by not going back down where her insistent hip joint wanted me to go. I ran my hands over her thighs, up onto her stomach until my fingers just grazed the beau of her breasts and then worked my way back down to her stifle. With my pollex on the at heart my wandering workforce ran northward again until both quarter round were resting against her out lips. Gently tugging them in circles her gasp and shiver 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 hillock in my hand, rubbing her clit concentrated against her pubic pearl. She came, long and hard. Her tension built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid soul would hear. I clamped my hand down over her mouth, letting her muffled scream die against my palm.

Before she could go back I jumped up laid myself against her drench gap. Her eyes got wide-cut as I worked my cock up and down her lips, then slowly sank a pair 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 tight little torso until her oculus bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"ass ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some surface area, but my stomach muscles are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the manifestation on her brass. I got the distinct impression that nobody had gone that hard that long and not come before. I wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds had I not already criticise one off in the shower. But she didn't have to know that ! I was going to show her the advantages of older men.

She came again, oculus all-encompassing and then tightly shut. She bit down on my hand so intemperate I knew it was bruising but I didn't care. I just kept thumping her as firmly as I could. Another moving ridge washed over her and I thought she was going to authorize out. I was close myself from the sweat so I slowed down almost to a layover. Gently stroking her with every column inch, I leaned down on top of her and softly kissed her neck, face and finally her lips. Our clapper eagerly explored each early. Each thrust ended up with my pubic ivory against her clit and the pressure sensation was getting to us both.

"I can't take much more than,"I said. But it was more than of a enquiry and she understood.

"I'm not on birth dominance but I'd really like to try out 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 back up into a frenzy and then hollered it was clock time. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneeling in front of me. She grabbed my formal, looked up at me with that iniquity smell in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The human beings exploded around me and I emptied myself into her eager mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me hurl any more. Her soft tongue circling my promontory kept me in spasms for retentive than I'd ever come in my aliveness but Chrissy managed to swallow it all. I grabbed her head for support while I wound down.

2 minutes later we were schmoozing in the gang again trying to feign as if zero had happened.

Chapter two

"dear, the Philip Anderson want to know if their paintings are going to be set up 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 reunion I had resigned from the staff and joined her in New York. Turns out I was pretty good at job, and that freed her up to do what she did best, which was make me so glad I couldn't see straight. She'd taken her art to an entirely dissimilar story 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 manners ?"I bounded up the spiral staircase and planted a atrocious kiss on her fat belly."Hi minor !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, slow 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 Andersons they will be make by THIS Friday so long as the twin don't go far early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the private road watching the Phil Anderson drive off with their house painting when her urine broke…

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