Finally, my overbloated dickhead stopped spewing its potent cream. I milked the still plentiful post-orgasmic syrup directly on her distended, upward ...acing, nipples. She looked down to admire my handiwork.TIM! How can you cum so much! I'm completely covered with your stuff. It's incredible, I never knew a boy your age could produce so much of that sweet cream, Huumm!, she said as she scooped long finger-thick strands off her upswelling bosom. How am I going to clean up all this mess? I'll help. As soon as she saw me, she sat up and started hurrying through her phone call. I went over to the other end of the room and said my hello's to Edith, Myra and Linda. This Myra wasn't my Dad's secretary, she was the phone order person, a woman who never seemed to stop talking. Linda said hello, then excused herself to go into the order room.After speaking with Edith for five minutes, I felt caught up on everything that had taken place since I'd left work the previous Tuesday afternoon. Edith. 'Try to act as smooth as possible,' Harry thought to himself as he replied to Hermione, "Sure, I won't mind. Anything in the name of progress." So, was it good for you?" Hermione asked with a saucy smile.In all honesty, it was very, very good for him. But he also knew that it couldn't have been all that enjoyable for her. She did all the work, yet received no pleasure for herself, while Harry had gotten all the enjoyment (and a lot of it). Harry didn't just want to tell her that it was. They waited for at least 30 minutes and stillthere were no signs of anyone else in there with her as she went fromchatting on the phone to doing her nails. She appeared to be ready for ahot bath as she was seen going into the bathroom. The sound of waterfilling the tub could be heard as she came back into the room beforestripping off her black tank top and jeans shorts. She wrapped herselfin a bathrobe after removing her pink lacy bra but decided to leave hermatching pink thong on.Hobson later.