. All I could think about when she was telling was, would I like tasting all that cum.She'd get home from work most nights or put a day aside at the w...ekend, where she would get herself glammed up.She said she'd dress up like a cross between a whore and a porn star, go online, log in to various sex sites she was a member of and invite random men to come over to her flat and have her suck them off.It would be a quick meet deal. They'd turn up, she'd usher them into the hallway, get straight down. ” Said the deep voice, presumably belonging to whatever firm arm had just wrapped around my waist. I felt myself getting pulled towards a hard body, my nipple clamps chafing again and drawing a hiss from me. I blinked rapidly trying to clear my vision and shook my head to see an extremely sexy blonde guy, with soft gray eyes framed by a satin mask the same color, smirking down at me. I think I was starting to develop a thing for blondes. I kept fluttering my eyes, dazed both from the head rush. Coach Seymour was a tall blonde who wore her hair in a French braid. Looking down at her as she expertly sucked my, now rock hard, cock, I saw that she had a magnificent chest and a clean shaven pussy. I had seen her at faculty meetings but never took the time to get to know her. She was just out of college, young enough to be my daughter. I had thought, at one time to ask her out, but the age difference scared me off. That, and the rumor that she was a lesbian. Boy, was that rumor false!She. We are generally afraid to become that which we can glimpse in our most perfect moments, under conditions of great courage. We enjoy and even thrill to godlike possibilities we see in ourselves in such peak moments. And yet we simultaneously shiver with weakness, awe, and fear before these very same possibilities.Abraham MaslowBy knowing what exists, you can know that which does not exist. That is the void. People in this world look at things mistakenly, and think that what they do not.