It wasn’t quite 8:30 pm, and I knew from my previous experience the place wouldn’t fill up for at least another hour. I could chill out a couple h...urs, get my bearings and hear some good music in the meantime. I found a parking garage nearby, walked to the bar, and sat down at a table with a Belvedere and tonic to listen to JW Williams Blues Band. A few drinks and a few sets later the place was filled with an odd mix of urban blacks and white suburban metrosexuals, and the standing-room crowd. Now of course as I said she was a substitute so there was no guarantee she'd be there but I was on a quest. I remember just walking out of my homeroom class and literally hunting for her classroom by classroom. Incredibly, on the fourth floor I found her. She was writing on the board preparing for the class. I don't know if she remembered our talk from the past year but I came in and said to her I was early for the next class. She resumed writing on the board. Luckily there were several pieces. I felt slight shudders and quakes through my body still remaining from my orgasmic explosion, and their hands were serving to affect an excellent soothing response.I asked how long I had been out and she smiled sweetly, one hand moving from my breast and nipple to my cheek. “Not long … only moments, really.”“The old man … what did he say?”“He is still here, getting ready for the final part.” I gave her a look that expressed about as much as my shoulders and body sagging limply did. She. Moving up and grabbing me by my butt, he swallows down on my now swelling meat, and proceeds to work it up. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together. Grabbing him by each side of his head, I go right into a deep throating of his skull. He had become quite good at sucking cock—specially for a 'str8' boi. With quite a grip from his lips, he continues up and down on my thick veiny 11” of meat. He felt really great, and was greatly improving on the tongue action. Lapping up the.