The next day morning I decided to call her and enquired about her health. She told she was ok, needed to visit the clinic nearby in evening to redress...the wound. I told her to take care and hung up.Later in the day, she sent me a thanksgiving message in WhatsApp. I replied that it was my humanitarian duty to help her since she was the victim of my partial carelessness. She told it was her mistake, not mine. Then she asked more about me, my family, work and all. She too exchanged her details.. Too perfect.“I’m not sure about this,” he stammered, and Kristine grinned up at him in reply.“I understand,” she purred.“You do?”“Of course,” she said, unzipping his pants. Even flaccid, his cock was still monstrous, and she took a moment to really appreciate the size of it before continuing. “You’re not sure if you like women. It’s a perfectly normal phase for any young man to through...”“No...” he said, but before he could finish the thought, his teacher - the mother of one of his best. The gingerbread cookies smelled wonderful. Things were really taking shape on this Christmas morning. Virtually all of the ladies were in some form of clothes causing me to be rather horny. Fred made it out to the kitchen where he poured himself a cup of coffee. Dakota went over to him and dropped a piece of candy cane and chocolate into his coffee cup then filled it up. He took a big sniff and told us that it smelled delightful.I thought a lot about how Fred and Mom have really hit it off.. Becky seemed to take my ravenous appetite as a compliment. I guess it was in a way. With lunch out of the way (and yes, I helped with the cleanup) we headed back to Becky’s bedroom.“This weekend’s lesson is oral sex,” Becky said as she stood in front of me and started to unbutton her blouse. “I think you’d appreciate the first lessons more if we were clean, don’t you? I mean, the idea of putting your mouth down there is probably a little off-putting.”I nodded. Becky had it right, even a little.