Mr. C answered the door…in his boxers, as usual….and let me in. As we hugged “hello”, I felt one of his hands squeeze my ass cheek, while the ...ther one reached in between us and groped one of my boobs. I smiled to myself, then pulled away a little and said, “Why Mr. C…what’s this all about?”I glanced down at his crotch, and noticed that his prick was hanging out of the slit in the front of his boxers. It was semi-hard already, so it stuck out from his body, with a soft bend to the shaft, and. That's it. Yeah, it's good head. Some of the best I've gotten." I couldn't believe that Jay was talking about getting his cock sucked with some guy on the phone. "No, not her. Not her either. You aren't gonna guess, 'cause you don't know the guy. Yeah, that's right, it's a guy. I know. Found me a little white pussyboy who likes dick. Especially nigger dick. No, I'm not k**ding you, he’s a real sissy slut cuntboy, loves to be humiliated, abused and fucked like a little girl." Jay used the grip. "As their run continued, Jessica found herself thinking about what Lucyhad overheard. She knew Abigail was more than just another ex-pupil, ofcourse, but how much more? She had questions for her wife-now-aunt, onesshe wanted answers to when she and Jennifer went home for the holidays.As always they arrived for their first class of the day fresh from theircommunal post-run shower. Those who hadn't bothered with shower caps alsoarrived with their hair still damp, a mistake Jessica had made after. I'd met her during my first period when she had summoned me to the headmistress's office on behalf of Sister Nova Victoria. She'd also caught me going down on the delicious Havva while I waited to speak with the headmistress.The Glacial Cafe sat on Meridian in the parking lot of the Walmart. Not the Walmart by the South Hill Mall, but the one out on 168th Street. It had a great view of Mount Rainier looming on the horizon, the volcano's peak clad in glaciers, the white-blue standing out against.