I felt both a little disappointed and relieved about that. There, I felt more in my element. Whatever else people said about me, and they’d said a l...t, I could cook. I was so happy to do that for Fiona, even if my own breakfast was just cereal. I usually didn’t feel much of an urge to eat heavy food in the morning, but Fiona was a lot more active than me and probably needed it to keep her going through the day. She was quite appreciative of it, too, which made a difference. My parents always. "Well. Not really. I didn't want to put him off coming." Coming? Does he 'come' in any sense of the word? Has he, for instance, 'come' in you, Pauline?" Well, not yet, sweetest. But I'm sure he will."Zoë screwed up her face. This could be embarrassing. But the die was cast now. There was no way back now that Nigel had passed the threshold. He wandered back to the girls, smiling appreciatively."You've sure got a nice place here. Esther. Or is it Zoë?" Zoë," the hostess corrected. No way, she would feel it; I would get in so much trouble. I stopped caring, I was seconds from ejaculation, I had little to no judgment making ability. I pulled my dick down and pushed the head onto her butthole. The hole tightened at first, then loosened back up into a little opening; almost like she was getting ready to push something out, but wasn’t really. I popped. A stream of my cum spilled from my shaft and into her butthole. She bounced in a moan. I grabbed her hips to hold her in. That’s what my father and mother taught me.I’ve been fortunate in this life, I think. Growing up, I attended an all-male Roman Catholic School with a legendary reputation for excellence. It wasn’t cheap but my father worked hard to take care of his family. He’s the director of an airline company. My mother is a schoolteacher and small business owner. I attended a private college in the Boston area, surrounded by the sons and daughters of wealthy white families. And I proved myself both.