I like to say I write about what I did, like to do or dream of doing and let my readers figure it out for themselves which is which. It’s part of th... appeal, I think, so I like to keep that a secret. However, some stories clearly are fiction, like the Zombie thing I had started recently...”“Oh,” she said. “Like the Walking Dead or something?” I laughed. “Well, something like that. My Zombie Apocalypse has a lot more to do with fucking, and less with fighting. My Zombies are some weird. ”“But still bigger than yours.”“Size isn’t everything,” Heather observed.“Thank you,” I said to her.“Easy for you to say, Heather,” Lara replied with a laugh. “You have the biggest one.”I pressed my case. “I caught a big blackfish. You caught a small striped bass. I should get second.”“So if I go out and catch a really huge minnow, I should win then?”“She has a point,” Heather observed.“Thank you,” Lara agreed.It was all pointless, so I soon gave up. I would massage Lara, and she Heather. When. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down hoping that in the time it took me to drink it she would have already fallen asleep and I could walk in quickly and tuck her in and hit the hay myself. After downing the beer I made my way upstairs and down the hall to her room. I opened her door and was relieved to see her sleeping soundly. I approached her bed and as I bent over to kiss her good night I saw her panties. She was partially out from under the covers. The thoughts that entered my. "I'm cumming!" I yelled, and he pulled off me just as the first spasms of semen shot through my dick. He stood up, strands of my cum covering his face and dripping down his neck. Grimacing, he pumped his engorged cock until it exploded onto my chest. Then, he pulled me into a loving embrace and we kissed until the applause of the class brought us back to reality.Just before class ended, I got called down to Dr. Weems' office. I went to the administration building and knocked on her door."Come.