It then became a daily pattern for James to clean my cum-soiled underwear with his mouth and deposit his own load when he was finished. And on the wee...ends when I wasn’t bringing home several loads of cum from work, he would still sniff and lick my underwear clean of my aroma and juices and deposit his load for me to eat. At that point, I had not seen him go back into the hamper to look at the underwear he had ejaculated into, and still, don’t think he knew that I was also sucking his cum from. Soon, smells started coming from the kitchen that had Jim's taste buds dancing. By the time dinner was actually served, Jim could hardly wait. They had authentic Mexican food, prepared the way Lupe's mom had taught her which her mom had taught her. Enchiladas, smothered in cheeses and beans and rice with tortillas and a fresh bowl of salsa to spice up the food. Everyone switched to wine for the meal and they just stayed seated at the dinette, enjoying the conversation, the wine and the friendly. "Hi." He smiled back at me, but it was a little uncertain. He was putting some books away and getting out some others, getting ready for his next class."I'm Stephanie, you're name is Chris, right?" Yeah," he nodded.He looked seriously hot, not handsome like my boyfriend Mark, but more pretty in a way. Almost feminine maybe, but Chris was definitely a boy too. I'd never met anyone like him, a contradiction like that. All the guys at B.I. High were country boys, the rough and tumble sort who. "Looks like it's just the two of us, MISTER Evans!" snarled Katie.The baronet seemed to take Katie's contemptuous demotion very unkindly She was momentarily taken aback by the look of cold hatred he directed at her."Come on MISTER Evans. That beating I gave you for Christmas wasn't enough I take it? Come back for more, have you, MISTER Evans? Well I'm ready MISTER Evans you evil scumbag, you fucking degenerate - more than ready!"Luckily for Katie, the conditions for the return contest were far.