My usual groupies came by. “How has it gone so far?” Paul asked.“I am confident, considering I never even looked at seventh grade English until ...today. I was asked to write an Essay, on any subject, so I picked Jazz Music from the ‘40s and ‘50s. That was fun.”“You amaze me every day, MIchael,” he said.“How’s it going?” Nancy stopped to ask.“Better than I expected; I have two left, then I am done.”“What does that mean?” my blonde beauty said sitting by me to eat.“He took two different tests in. She began to feel uncomfortable, though, as once in awhile someone would look their way. Her son was pressing insistently close to her, and she wondered if anyone knew their relationship and what they would think if they did. "We can't see anything from here," Liz said nervously."You stay right here. I have an idea," Kevin said suddenly, and he got up briskly.Before his mother could utter a single protest about being left alone, he had disappeared out of the room. The groups of people standing. ; the flash disabused me out ofthat reverie.Melissa, my wife, screamed, "you son of a bitch, you dirty bastard,you freaking fucking cheating piece of shit!!"The flash went on and on as more pictures were taken of us as wescrambled to cover ourselves with bedclothes as my wife continuedto scream, hurling every colorful epithet she could think up. Oddlyenough, I never knew my wife had ever heard the things she wasscreaming at me."You, Sandra, my best friend, how could you do this to me? Youdirty. As I pulled his semi-hard cock out I realized he had not lied about having a big cock. It was growing in my hand. I subconsciously began slowly stroking it to bring it to full mast. Wow, I thought, this thing must be at least nine inches, putting my modest six-inch cock to shame.“Now, dear boy, time for you to suck your first cock. Open your mouth,” he said.I opened my lips to speak, but his cock entered my mouth throttling anything I had to say. The head was in when he began a fucking motion..