`` How can you not remember me ? ``

I looked at her again closely. Did she have any idea how many scholarly person I 'd had in the 20 years I 'd been teaching ? Certainly 1000. infernal region, I had several hundred students this year alone. She was seriously cute though, so I was a little outrage that I could n't even remember having her in form let alone what her name was. Usually I tucked the name, faces - and bodies- into the vertebral column of my retentiveness for um, later recall.

'' George V 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 Brobdingnagian winner ! ``

She put her tiny hand on her lilliputian waistline and glared at me with the handsome blue eyes I 'd seen in quite a while. I glanced down at the low-necked'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. `` time lag, you 're that weedy footling mousy-brown-haired fille that used to sit in the back and tie icon of knight during my speech ? ``

She used to draw pictures of horses having SEX during my talking to, but I left that part out. One of her lottery had stuck to her homework. Walking to my future class I about tripped down the stairs when I saw it. She was quite talented actually. The raw tycoon, the Energy and the sexual tensity was all quite vividly displayed in her pencil slash. I 'd used that specific small-arm of paper for months for inspiration.

'' Yes, that was me as an lowerclassman. But remember my elderly 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 summertime 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 reunification ! What are you doing these Day ? ``

She blushed slightly. `` Actually, I 've become a successful artist ! I have a small studio apartment in Greenwich settlement. And I have you to thank for all my success."She winked at me slyly.
"You were the solitary 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 game players - funny, I can't even commend his epithet 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 path you were right ; he got what's-her-name significant the Night of promenade. If that had happened to me, and it probably would induce, I wouldn't be where I am today. So you saved me from certain doomsday !"

'' I 'm gladiola I could help you through a harsh topographic point my dear ! So what sort of art do you do ? ``

She blushed again slightly. `` My studio carries erotic and fleshly art and sculptures. I enjoy finding regular multitude and finding their inner intimate God and Goddess and turning that easy. Would you worry to see some samples of my workplace ?"

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

She pulled out her jail cell phone and handed it to me. I scrolled through several. They were simply amazing. Somehow she captured the hullabaloo, the boot of the import. Some were of people 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 process for undressing for her lover. Another was of a couple lying in bed just holding each other but you could palpate the sexual tension between them.

There were sculpture too. I continued to flip over through images but was completely unprepared for the conclusion one. It was a painting of Crissy. She was lying on a flight of stairs, legs apart, head thrown back. One paw was tightly gripping the railing, the other shoved operose between her legs, fingers a fuzz. 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 flummox painting. Thanks for sharing your employment with me. ``

'' Ok, so I have a confession to make,"she said."I 'm doing a series on inspirational multitude in my life. If you 'd be spread to it, I 'd love to do a portraiture of you. You were so influential in my life-time during those years. I 'd be honored if you 'd assume ... ''

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 want to see me naked, almost naked, or aroused ? But still, her moving-picture show were amazing. If she could pretend ME look like THAT ...

'' I actually have some idea and have done a few preliminary sketch. Can I depict them to you in your place ? 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 practically happening right now. `` I could probably sneak away for just a bit, '' I thought to myself.

In transactions we were in my position with her sketches on my desk. She leaned over to spread them out and I stood agonizingly closing behind her. As she arranged her work her firm ass would occasionally brush against the front of my trouser. Soon they were pushing back and with each flip she squirmed gently against me setting my brain on fervidness with need.

'' I 'll be damned if that does n't look a lot like me ! Okay, 20 years 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 large size ! ``

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

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

'' Why, Mr. Wallace Stevens ! Is that all for me ? '' She reached down and fondle my raging need. Her finger's breadth flew to my zipper and in irregular 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 words trailed off as her lips parted over the head word of my pecker and took me deeply into her incredibly warm mouth.

Luckily I'd been feeling frisky all day at school. If I had n't taken a lading off in the shower while getting ready for the reunion I 'd take disappointed dear Crissy by blowing my encumbrance right then and there. Fortunately, I was capable to master myself as her lips sank lower and lower down my shaft. Her eyes got across-the-board when I hit the rachis of her pharynx, but she did n't gag or commit off. I ran my fingers into her thick-skulled blond haircloth and held her head, not letting her back off until she started to wrestle from deficiency of oxygen.

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

I willed myself to remember that look, the feelings I was experiencing right now - this is what I wanted her to capture on sheet for all eternity.
'' Crissy ! Remember this moment. 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 call up this ... '' and with that she inhaled my nub. Taking me slowly into her mouth, she worked her lips all the way to my pubic bone, her clapper sliding back and Forth River against my aching balls. I let her take me to within seconds of the border, but each prison term 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 paper and projects off the back side of my desk. I effortlessly lifted her tiny physical structure and laid her down across my blotter. I yanked down her skirt and panties to expose her flawlessly shaven 20-something hummock. There wasn't a blemish or stretch mark on her perfect skin. I mentally recorded that horizon, as I would realistically never get another luck like this.

Lowering my lip to her quivering tummy, I took my time smooching and nibbling my way down to her gorgeous cumulus. Ok, to be honest 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 lick it but Chrissy's was just the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. And it was on fervidness. For me.

My lingua against her mound made her gasp and archway 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 minutes ago. I went oh-so-slowly through her sheepfold, setting every column inch on fervency. Retreating to her second joint and tum, 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 fingers just grazed the swell of her knocker and then worked my way back down to her articulatio genus. With my pollex on the inside my wandering hands ran northward again until both thumbs were resting against her outer rim. Gently tugging them in circles her gasps and chill told me she was enjoying this as lots as I was. Her demand built until she was thrashing around on my table with desire. I cupped her intact mound in my hand, rubbing her clit hard against her pubic bone. She came, long and hard. Her tenseness built and built until she cried out so loudly I was afraid person would hear. I clamped my hand down over her mouth, letting her muffle scream die against my palm.

Before she could convalesce I jumped up laid myself against her drenched opening. Her heart got wide as I worked my tool up and down her back talk, then slowly sank a duet 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 small eubstance until her eyes bugged out. She shrieked against my hand, then mouthed"FUCK ME !"against my palm.

I did, pounding her against my desk. I may be flabby in some areas, but my belly brawn are pretty strong. I relentlessly hammered her, reveling in the expressions on her face. I got the distinct imprint that nonentity 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 it off that ! I was going to prove her the advantages of previous men.

She came again, eyes wide and then tightly shut. She bit down on my paw so gruelling I knew it was bruising but I didn't concern. I just kept thumping her as unvoiced as I could. Another wave washed over her and I thought she was going to drop dead 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 cervix, impertinence and finally her backtalk. Our lingua eagerly explored each former. Each poke ended up with my pubic bone against her clit and the pressure was getting to us both.

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

"I'm not on birth control but I'd really like to taste you when you come. testament 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 time. I stood up and stepped back allowing her to get up off my desk and kneel in front of me. She grabbed my musket ball, looked up at me with that evilness facial expression in her eyes and without breaking eye contact sank her lips down over me. The reality exploded around me and I emptied myself into her aegir mouth. She held me still, refusing to let me thrust any Sir Thomas More. Her soft tongue circling my head kept me in spasm for longer than I'd ever come in my life but Chrissy managed to get down it all. I grabbed her chief for support while I wound down.

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

Chapter two

"Honey, the Andersons want to know if their house painting are going to be gear up by Friday the 18th ?"I was standing at the underside of the stairs that led to Chrissy's studio apartment. Since she'd gotten pregnant at the reunification I had resigned from the module and joined her in New House of York. Turns out I was pretty good 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 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 fashion ?"I bounded up the voluted staircase and planted a monstrous kiss on her fat belly."Hi kids !"I said to the twins. Wouldn't be long before they arrived. The kiss I planted on Chrissy was long, behind 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 ready by THIS Friday so long as the Twin don't come early."

Thursday evening we were standing in the driveway watching the Marian Anderson drive off with their picture when her water broke…

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