“Anybody?” I prompted.“They aren’t real,” came a voice from the back.“How do we know?” I asked. “None of you have ever seen a quark, b...t they’re real.”Spending half an hour on discussing the science of why zombies (as commonly described) could not exist in a Newtonian universe finally got my mind off of my woman problems.The kids also had a good time.I took them to a place called Grizzlies, which was known for truly amazing burgers, but also served things like chicken fried steak, fried. In spite of the fact that her both boys were teenagers; she had the tits that were still very attractive looking and not gone out of shape or enlarged extra big. Her stomach was also flat and looking taut even after being pregnant twice. I was losing my senses, when a loud voice of her brought me back to her room, “Were you enjoying the show”? That is when I suddenly had started nodding my head affirming that yes; I was enjoying the show. My hard cock had started throbbing and pushing harder. As he redoubles his efforts, thrumming my clit like a guy playing rhythm guitar, I feel the base of his penis start to pulse, and I release his penis from my teeth, sucking hard and pumping perhaps an inch or so with my mouth. As I feel the first pulse shoot up his shaft, I bite down hard, grabbing his balls and squeezing, hard. The grunt of his orgasm rises, strangled, into a gargled wail of pain. I slam my hips down, grinding my clit and lips over his open mouth as the muscles all over his. There were no aspirin in the apartment so the aches and pains just throbbed. At six I pulled myself up and made some Mac and Cheese and ate it out of the pot while watching some TV. After switching the laundry to the dryer, it was time to log in to the system, print out some copies of the new schedule and plan the first day of school. I printed out a campus map and plotted best routes and times between classes, the apartment, as well as the arena. Why not make use of the free meals when it was.