‘What’s the occasion?’ ‘A celebration, sir.’ said Mary. ‘Of good times to come. By the way, sir, you’re looking pretty good yourself. I ...bserve and deduce that your wife got a good pickle tickle last night.’ I laughed out loud at that one. ‘As did you, judging from Myron’s look.’ I said. Myron had just appeared at the door. Mary smiled at me and winked. A moment later, Cindy and Theo joined us. ‘Okay, Mary,’ I said, ‘you were looking into the families whose dogs were killed. Any correlations?’. The taste was incredible. Salty and masculine. I knew I wanted more of it. He pulled out of my lips with a satisfying pop and still had enough in him to unload one last time on my face. Without thinking I swallowed the cum in my mouth. I started to wipe off the cum on my face when he stopped me. "No. You look just slutty enough with cum on your face. You'll leave it like that." I didn't even question him at this point. I was totally his.Incredibly he was hard again in only a minute. "I've been. I'd much rather be up in my room "studying" on my computer. I got in plenty of "studying" after that, abusing myself until my dick finally got too painful to do anything more with it. I'd give it a rest for a day or two whenever that happened, but only until it felt ready to take even more punishment from my hand.It was right about this time when Alan fell so publicly in love with Heather Loomis. Heather was the best looking ninth grader at our school. She was probably either the second or. . now ... it might be possible to have her back. Could he make that happen? Would she want it to happen? That was the question, he thought. What did Zena want? What had changed in the last twenty years? He had to know the answers to these questions.Bill surprised her by taking her to his club. It was very elegant and not as busy as one would have expected on a Saturday evening. The patrons were clearly of middle age to senior. Happily, the menu was similar to their recollection of Ambrosia..