“Encore?” “Oui,” I enthused as she began to expertly pump her fist round my cock, bringing me off. It would take very little. She squatted low...r, then came again as I splayed her with my fingers, drank directly from source, swallowing it down until I could do so no more and spat it back up at her, splattering her gaping pussy. Her grip around my shaft, fingers massaging my balls, our bodies pressed together in a sensory-heightened bubble, soaking wet and out of control, drove me close to the. Trent Nichols was a huge star and didn’t give many interviews but now it seemed as if Laci had become his personal interviewer as well as his personal listener which thrilled Marian because every issue of her magazine with one of mega-weasel Trent’s interviews sold more copies than all the other issues. And all because of Laci’s wonderful questions. GRRR!! Cousin Marian might feel differently if Trent was calling her husband all the time instead of Donovan’s wife. Maybe Donovan should suggest. As on Wednesday she activated the scoreboard video, but this time it displayed a full frontal view of Ms. Holloway's, uh, hips. Holloway cleared her throat and the camera slowly panned upward."Good morning students and teachers," she began. "I have just three announcements for today. First, since casual Fridays have lost their meaning, the student council has decided to sponsor a series of come-as-you-are days. The first one will be tomorrow, and it's a pajama party. Everyone should wear. Don’t get me wrong. It was not romantic love, for several reasons. But it was still love. We had met---well how we met does not really matter. It was six months ago. At first a lot of flirting, then sexy online conversations. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become friends, and that is what we did. Great friends. Friends.