I was shifting around in my beanbag chair, trying to focus on conversation while my kitty was tingling. But, it was getting difficult. Every now and t...hen it seemed like she noticed something, then she'd just go back to talking about whatever, and I'd watch her mouth and try to think about the words instead of the wet, warm, tongue inside and how much I knew she wanted to lavish my body with it if I only asked her to. All of a sudden she smiled at me and said, “Oh my god, are you turned on?” I. "Her quick glance made my skin prickle with awareness. Her tall frame set her apart from the other sisters, her fine-boned features infusing her with an air of controlled dignity.I didn't make a move to cover myself. "If it's so wicked, why does it feel so good?" You're supposed to be beyond the pleasures of the flesh."I gazed at her for a moment, enjoying her discomfort. "You haven't done this to yourself in private?" When she didn't reply, I pushed further. "Or with anyone else?"Her eyes. Seriously." Hmmm!!" He said, letting my cock momentarily slip out of his mouth, and smiling, he added: "That's exactly what I want!"So, as that chilly night rain fell steadily there in Rome, Georgia, Oscar and I, snug and warm in his living room, were largely oblivious of that; and all that mattered to either of us in that moment, was the impending orgasm and rush of my blood-warmed sperm that Oscar obviously wanted from me.I warned him of my approaching ejaculation, but that merely inspired. All in his classes notice Hal isn’t his normal self. Oh, he isn’t, and never has been, the most vibrant of personalities in class. But they can see he’s a lot more subdued than normal, and they wonder why. But few care enough to try to find out why he’s like that. The few who do ask are told he’s not feeling well today.In cooking class Hal is a bit more upset with Greta’s cavalier attitude to measurements than usual. He’s never been happy with it, but today it’s more wearing on him than before..