This week was jammed packed with school activities. Wednesday was our last home baseball game, and Friday kicked off the State Baseball Tournament. We...had already locked in a slot, and the final home game would help decide our seeding. Then Saturday was Prom.The word, on the school grapevine, was that ticket sales for Prom were not very good. The senior ass-hats had made this a big final party of the year, and frankly, not many people wanted to join them in the festivities. Because ticket sales. Is that what Mom has been doing tonight?" Not exactly."I eased off on my tit-torture of Sally as I reflected on some of the great oral passions we had experienced in the past."Your Mom and I had a bet once that she could make me cum in a minute or less by just holding the head of my cock in her mouth. To win the bet, she couldn't move, or suck, or hum or anything. Just hold it. She was right and she won the bet, the first time. I won the second time. I won't bet with her like that again. I'm. Every day I longed to wake up and see her face, even as thin as she’d become. The days dragged by, and slowly I came back to the land of the living. I had a twelve-year-old son and a daughter of only ten, so falling into a morass of self-pity was not an option. I had some help from Vicky’s sister Madeleine, who was with us at the end and stayed for another two weeks. After that my mother did her best, but mum was torn between me and dad, who was himself not well. No matter how long you live. "You must be wondering why you, who didn't even receive a single A in middle OR high school, got invited into a prestigious university," he says, looking at a file.You nod your head. "The truth is.." he pauses, "we aren't a university of academic education."You stare at him, confused. You weren't the brightest after all. "We're a sex school."You stare at him. "..." Yes, we teach all sorts of sexual arts. And we extended an invitation to you to join our school because we thought you would be a.