Purely by accident, I discovered I had a talent for writing software. Web design, in particular, fascinated me. I actually began to apply myself to my...studies, something that was entirely new to me.I'll never forget the day I made the dean's list for the first time. It should have been an occasion celebrated with my parents, but fate took a different turn. I rushed to the store with the report, only to find it sealed off behind crime scene tape.Things were a blur for a while after that. A. She changed into the white woman that John had seen. “This is how John Carter sees me.”“Are you a demon?”“Deacon Jones, I doubt that a demon would give you a message from your God.” The woman’s laughter tinkled like water in a tumbling brook. “The Son of your God calls to you. He wants you in the church with a red door and a white cross on the steeple in Truth Or Consequences, New Mexico at sunrise on Easter Morning.”Leroy Sr. found himself staring at John. His trembling hand had dropped away. I pressed my tongue against her sphincter at the end of each stroke of my tongue, and after about five minutes I could feel her muscles relax and I was actually able to push my tongue a little way in. She tasted tangy but pleasant and I kept it up for another five minutes while at the same time stroking her clit.She was making little moans of pleasure so I took my tongue away and pressed against her with a moistened finger. I was amazed at how easily I penetrated her, then it occurred to me. "Let's get started then, shall we? Mrs. Becker has agreed to fit you into her lesson plans, but I'll leave the particulars of that up to the three of you. Agreed?" We nodded, and were quickly dismissed.Thankfully it was between periods, and the three of us traveled down the hallway to the school auditorium in relative anonymity. We did manage to cause a minor disturbance however, as one girl just exiting the girls' bathroom dropped a large load of books when she saw us, her papers flying.