Shoot it all over my tits, and on my face if you want.DO IT!” I urged, rubbing my swollen clit faster andfaster while Bob did the same to his di...k. “Oh Noelle, yeahhhhh!” Bob gasped, erupting long,stringy arcs of cum all over my face and tits and neckand cheeks and in my hair and on my lips. I stuck mytongue out and caught a big, thick glob of the stickypaste on it, and then with Bob watching, swirled itaround in my mouth and swallowed it. “Oh shit, baby, that’s so. Thank you for being my cum dumpster for my horniness. You have to be one of Alice and Dave’s most intimate and deepest friends in the world to have done that for them. I can see that they love you a great deal, and I’m already developing feelings in that direction.” They kissed.Dave reached over and held Pam’s hand. “I didn’t know until tonight. I’ve been a little dense on just how deep those feelings ran until a few minutes ago. I do love both women very deeply. We’ll need to talk. I’m finding. Finally, after what seems like long minutes—though couldn't possibly be longer than one—Mr. Smith sets down his pen, closes his book, and looks up at her. The sensation she gets when their gazes lock feels a lot like vertigo, she reckons, as she tries to calm her breathing. Mr. Smith isn't wearing his glasses, and she feels like she's being pinned to a table as his pale eyes bore through her. "Miss Dawson," he says, and the way her name drips from his tongue like molten caramel and honey sets. At least we’d never found it hard to stay friends after though. I made myself a coffee and picked up the phone, dialling the number of Brian’s home. A few minutes later, I’d agreed to help him with the foxes and Brian was singing my praises. For me it was a pleasure to help, though I knew the work itself wouldn’t be so fun and in all likelihood, heart breaking. Still, someone had to and that was obviously going to be me and Brian. After hanging up, I poured myself a glass of wine and curled.