I like a little milk with my chocolate so I fill itabout a fifth of the way. The milk naturally comes next. Mix itthoroughly. My favorite method is th... butter knife method. Instead of aspoon, which always seems to leave a little bit around the edges at thebottom, I go with a butter knife. It does a much better job of gettingthat yummy chocolate all mixed in. My freshly prepared glass of chocolate milk and I then moved to theliving room where I plopped down on the couch. As I sat there. My eyes flew open and I frantically looked down at the brunette head between my legs. I shuddered with pleasure as I felt a long lap inside me, reaching from the bottom of my wet slit all the way up to where my clit throbbed with anticipation. The face appeared as a soft pair of lips closed over my hardened nub. A roughish brown eye winked at me."Good morning, sunshine," Betty Craig laughed with delight at what I'm sure was a mingled look of surprise and desire, which emotions were vying for. A small whimper escapes my lips as I speak, ‘Damn you, you know what playing with my ears does to me. Now who’s being mean?’ I can feel you suppress a smile, and knowing that you’re probably not succeeding all that well at it, I roll slightly backwards. I’m in luck, and as I lean in to kiss the smirk that’s plastered on your face you slide your other arm under and around me. My back is against your chest and your left arm is holding me to you as you run your hand through my hair. ‘But I’m not. My partner leaned over to me and whispered. "Fred's hung like a horse. He was the most popular guy in school his program week. He had a line of girls waiting to go out with him. Would have kept them too if he weren't ... y'know. That way."Mr. McKenna was laughing too. "Ok. Let me ask different question. Would you do it again?"Fredrick managed a sheepish smile. "I'd rather go out with her brother?" Which broke the class up and there was nothing but laughter for a couple minutes. Even I had to.