It looked nasty. I like cum, but that was just nasty looking. But, it wasn’t me who had to eat it. I had a thought of her doing something like this ...in school for the class. I would have to remember it.We watched as she took condom after condom and squeezed the contents out onto her salad. By the time she had finished, her salad was covered with Ron’s and Daddy’s stale cum. It looked gross.I said, “OK, bitch, eat your salad with your fingers. Then we can enjoy our meal.”Mom started eating the. I would stay afterward and discuss the lecture with him. There was no more sex for a while. Finally one day I got a note at the dorm. George wanted to make a formal appointment to see him in his office. I felt funny about it. If he wanted to fuck me again, he didn't have to do this. At the bottom of the note he had written, "Don't bring Barbara, please."I knocked at his office door and was invited inside. He rose and closed the door behind me. When he sat back down he got right to the point.. ” She answered in her cute articulate Kenyan accent. “I can’t get in.”“Will your parents be home soon?” I asked, glancing at her fishnets again.“They are out for the evening.” She replied despondently. “They won’t be back for a couple of hours.”I smiled at her.“Would you like to come back to ours?” I said. “You can wait there until your parents come back.”She only needed to ponder the suggestion for a second or so. “OK.” She said smiling shyly and got up.As she stood up, she opened her legs. Cleveland is nice. It has four seasons. It has a big lake with good fishing--not that you and I ever went. Who the hell wants to move to the desert? It has all kinds of things for kids my age to do, and it has Ohio State University right down the road. But you never asked me what I thought about it, did you? Of course, you didn't ask Sarah or Mom, for that matter, so I shouldn't feel excluded.But we did it, because that's what was supposed to happen, I guess. We sold the house and packed up the.