John enjoyed his time with Paula. He liked that she always talked to him as an adult and friend. She had a sharp sense of humor that always caught him... off guard and totally broke him up. Things were different with Ms. Peterson, and he was glad of it.The following Friday, Paula and Sharon saw John off for the night a little after 10:00. Paula set the alarm and asked, “Will you stay with me tonight, Honey?”Sharon was not about to turn down that invitation, “Sure, let me take a shower, and I will. She grabbed the disc with both hands, unafraid of getting her palms greasy or oily. Then in laser-like succession, she would sink her teeth into a slice, devouring half of it in one mountainous bite. After finishing off a piece, she would coolly wipe her sauce-stained mouth with the back of her fleshy right hand and then continue on. She did this with twenty slices.I stared, lost in the rapture and passion of the moment. It was truly love at first sight.I came to my senses and walked back into. I lay awake for a while, thinking of Dee, the photo shoot, of different degrees of freedom, of how fast this had come to feel and be my home. Maybe home is where you lay in bed and your Mistress sticks her fingers in your pussy to make sure you feel that you're hers.Yes, that totally worked for me.Breakfast fixed and ready, pussy tingling from the night before but also in anticipation of breakfast in bed I remained leaning against the kitchen counter for a while longer. Dunno really why, it was. When we outgrew the place, I didn't throw it out but kept it together because I often hid there sometimes when I needed to be alone. I recalled it was shortly after school ended for the summer that my Mom called me to the phone one evening. My buddy was on the other end."I have something for you," he said.My teenage prick jumped as he spoke the words."What did you get?" I asked barely able to keep my voice low."You will have to wait and see for yourself. So when should I bring them over?" he.