I felt a flood of juice in my mouth. My cock was so hard, I felt like I came myself.Mrs. T released my head from her grips, and gently wiped the sweat... off my forehead. She exhaled and told me to sit back. I asked if she was alright. She laughed out, telling me that she was just fine. I looked down and saw a trail of cum on the floor. Mrs. T noticed it as well. She looked at me and smiled.Telling me to get off the floor and have a seat again. Mrs. T put her knee on the bench and grabbed my cock.. All fears, anxieties, loves, guys, sex, were discussed without holding back. She trusted Nikki with her life. She loved to talk to her. She loved the way her sister listened, with her attentive blue-gray eyes wide open as if Nikki breathed in every word she said. In addition, Nikki was a warm person, never shying away from physical contact. Hugging and kissing and cuddling up together had become so natural between Linda and Nikki that none of them thought twice about it. This closeness. ‘It’s what I wanted to study, but my father is paying my tuition, and he insisted on something practical. Something that would lead to a job.’ – ‘What’s your favourite kind of art?’ – ‘I love the Impressionists. And Art Nouveau. But I also like the Old Masters, and I have a soft spot for Albrecht Durer. Vee is more into impressionism, too. We argue about it all the time.’ – ‘I find it hard to imagine Vee arguing. With you, especially.’ I said. – ‘Why?’ Jazz bristled. ‘Because she’s so sweet. I had lots of good wishes for her Mum to pass on to her. Saturday evening I had a call from Pam, telling me that Jenny’s Mum had died and she wouldn’t be in next week, the funeral was Thursday. Pam would get flowers from us and attend as well. I was sad for Jenny, since Pam and I had lost our mother several years ago and it still hurt. I said it was OK, jokingly asking if Pam could fill in for Jenny. She giggled and said no it was a nice offer, but she had a day job. We chatted some more and.