She makes me take my meals and tray into the bathroom, adding her "bitch-milk" to it. She called me several names and made sure the tray was completel...y clean of her filth, her balls seemingly creating the majority of my lunches. I don't qyite understand her obsession with my misery, although I suppose it doesn't matter, given her complete satisfaction by the end of lunch. Usually my lunch is the last time I see her at work for the day. Yesterday, however...she saw I was on the phone instead of. However, it never fails that once a guy turns fourteen or fifteen, he begins to stray from his studies because of the fact that when his hormones start kicking in, he develops a tendency of trying to attract members of the opposite sex, and I was no exception. In my case, it was a girl named Robyn Beryl that I had the hots for. She was in the same grade as me, and had transferred in from another school district at the start of my ninth grade, or freshman year in high school, not to mention that. I’m sure it’s like kissing an ashtray now.”“She’s never complained.” I started the espresso machine, setting out an assortment of pastries for my guests.“Have you ever offered her the choice,” I said. “Smoking probably stunted your growth, and it might do the same to your own kids. It’s not healthy for them.”He stubbed out the cigarette, not speaking.“Did your wife say anything about you coming home with my cum on your cock?”“You think I’d be foolish enough to climb into her bed without. She looked over his shoulder, straight at Mira, and smiled. Mira stopped still for a second, but the heat of her own need prompted her to smile back, stepping into the archway where she could be seen. Kacey smiled again, looking at the lithe figure of the older woman, her blouse open, panties around her stocking-clad ankles. Mira's fingers were still firmly embedded in her pussy, the juices running down her hands and thighs, her stocking tops soaked.Rod's breathing was coming heavier, his.