After a while the Woman said to come through to the "Classroom" – this was the main bedroom – it was warmer than the living room – with a bed wi...th just a fluffy bottom sheet and pillows.She told me and the Girl to strip off – she and my buddy kept on their white doctors gowns – then told the girl to sit down.This is where the game started to not go so well – she looked sort of uncomfortable sitting on the edge of the bed – I was standing there naked – I'd totally lost any sign of an erection.I. I sat back in the seat and enjoyed the feeling of Polly's wet mouth wrapped around my cock, as her wet lips ran up and down my shaft and her tongue lapped around my cockhead."Oh yes" i groaned as Polly eagerly picked up the pace and really started to suck my cock."Yeah, taste that whole big length! taste all of it, you know you want to!" grinned Mrs Jones.Polly sucked my cock repeatedly, taking in more and more of my whole length until finally she bottomed out and i was deep down her throat "Oh. " Becky became indignant, "That I would have rather been spreading my legs for you than for that jerk thirty-second-Bob!" Bob had been her boyfriend for a quarter of her senior year."Thirty-second...", Sheryl laughed into her hand. It was the first she heard the nickname of her sisters old boyfriend.After the elder sister finished giggling, the room became unnaturally quiet. Becky finished her third glass of wine while Sheryl simply looked down at the carpet. Outside a bird fluttered near the. Both girls were majoring in writing at the college we all attended. They seemed to think that they were the only ones in their entire writing class who knew how to write. They talked for an hour in their condescending holier than thou voices, and basically ripped on every student in the class.I was already pissed off, but this threw me over the line. I had read all of Hillary's "private" writings... so basically I had read the bitch's diary. It made me ill, all of the poetic lovey-dovey crap.