I walked right to the office and filled out the short form for a parking pass. I handed it in and a minute later I had a sticker to put on my window. ... went and found my locker. This year it was #102 and there was a short brunette by locker #101, and of course, Tim Abbott had locker #100.I was pleased to see that my homeroom for the year was with Mr. Herbers, who taught the computer classes and ran the computer lab. As I was walking to his room, Miss Barkhurst, the biology teacher, stopped me. I was back at work. The numbness was the only visitor that remained. When I woke each morning a weight landed on my shoulders and I carried it throughout the day, sometimes well into the night, until sleep mercifully intervened. I tried to soldier on, carry my weight at the office, but I often found myself staring at the wall. How could I carry my weight when I was carrying my burden as well? Weeks dragged by, unbroken in their same numbness. Then one evening the doorbell rang. I opened it and. Not as big as some of the guys there but bigger than most. Looking down I thought not too bad for a 44 year old guy in a room full of 20 somethings.Finally it was my turn. Sure enough just like Ted had described, the warmest, wettest and hungriest mouth attacked my manhood. Even my ex couldn't take the almost 9 inches but the girl on the other side swallowed it like a TicTac. It was almost like she had a fist in her throat jerking my off as her tongue flicked out and licked my aching balls.. He slowly traced a trail with his tongue down the exposed portion of her back and then lifted her habit by the hem in back to expose her ass; he was not surprised to see she had no underwear on. He licked her between the legs, burrowing his face between her legs to reach and start probing her pussy lips from front to back. When she moaned loudly he did it again but this time with more intensity, his tongue flicking in and out of her swollen pussy. She was arching her back and pushing her ass.