I slipped into Mrs. Austen's Art Class just as the lunch bell rang and sat in my assigned seat. With Pencil in hand I started drawing a rather impress...ive sketch of Will Eisner's iconic hero "The Spirit" when Mrs. Austen entered. "That better not be a Superhero!" she said "Sorry Ma'am." I said holding up the pad. "The Spirit huh, old school today?" she said. "I just can't seem to grasp the human figure Mrs. Austen. I mean I can when it's comic book characters. Small heads, big bodies and. I couldn't believe that she would look so, well, satisfied. She looked like she was truly happy to be there, doing that.There she stood, next to the desk, sobbing and crying. I looked over at Mark and found him crying also. Bastard! Damn him! This was his entire fault, and there he is apologizing and crying about what had happened to Sue. She had been through a lot over the last year. I couldn't get my thoughts in order, and suddenly realized that I too, was crying. Like a little baby. How do. Older sissies are not accustomed to them." Just then Officer Meganson, the rookie detective gofer assigned to thesenior officer's floor for that week, arrived with the coffee. Megansoneyeballed Pamela as he sat the two coffee's down on Mike's desk. "Meganson, you're excused," said Mike, smiling at the young officer'sobvious appreciation of fine sissy flesh. Watching Meganson depart his office, Mike offered Pamela a cup of whatwas possibly the worst coffee in Nebraska. Sipping the offered. She had him shoot two loads of cum inside of her pussy before getting dressed for the flight. After I picked her up from the airport and drove her back to my place, I immediately fucked her cum filled pussy. It was so incredible to feel Tony's cum inside her pussy. The thought of another man’s cum inside of her body and the warm, ultra slippery feeling of her pussy was mind boggling. I didn’t last for more than 3 minutes before adding my own cum into her womb. Afterwards, as I held her close,.