Two. Three...by the fourth large mouthful I had finally gotten it all up off the floor. “Good job.” Said the gym teacher as he handed me my skirt.... I put my skimpy little outfit back on, over all the cum drying on my body, and headed for the door. Most of the students I passed through the hall on my way to the nurse’s office had already fucked me that morning. They smiled and blew me kisses. Some grabbed my tits or slapped my ass as I walked by. It felt good getting all that attention, and the. The sleepiness induced by our love-making had led us both into a dreamy snooze, where the sheep were counting clouds and the cows were made of Turkish delight. Eventually, it was the aroma of my lasagne, which lured us away from the bedroom. I had cooked it slowly and it came out of the oven with the cheese bubbling over the dish. “It’s my special recipe,” I hope you like it,” I said, as I served up the meal. “I’m sure it’s perfect.” “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone… with the painting.” . Although ... I really like chordee (curved upwards) for scratching that itch. Chordee and flare would be ... personally ... tremendously satisfying. Chordee is ... fine.“Why did you stop?” I realized what I said. Hurriedly, I added, “padding the bill.”“I got over it. My banking has restored itself to prior levels. I was being petty.”“Sorta like when I quit talking to dad.”“What?”“He wouldn’t introduce me to mother’s cars.”That brought a remembrance.“I was there the Saturday afternoon your mom. I suddenly felt arousal, and a kind of jealousy. After she had gone, I looked down at my drink, collecting my thoughts. I became aware of a large deep cleavage in front of me at eye level, and a voice saying "This drink is for you" and, as I raised my head up further, saw the voice came from the full, red, lips of the barmaid who had been smiling earlier. The smile was still there, sexier and sweeter than before."Thanks" I said, thinking Bob had ordered it."I saw where you were sitting and.