I guess that's the best place to start, so I'll tell you about that first.Dan was the only other member of our little gang who had a pool, and Tommy a...d Monica and I were over there as often as we could.I'm not really sure what Dan's dad did, but he was away from home a lot. Dan didn't have a chance to get away with much, though, because his mom, SJ, was a writer and worked at home. She was older, like all of our moms and dads, maybe 40, almost? I don't know. She was pretty hot, too. I guess. But he was quick to recover, because he'd long since learned to take disappointments in stride. Rather than beg her to reconsider or lash out at her, he took a deep breath and said in his calmest voice, "Oh, well congratulations, Jennette. I'm sure he's a very nice guy. See you around, and say bye to C.J. for me, okay?" He ended the call before she could say anything more.Well, he thought, Isn't that just a kick in the ass? Whimsey, thy name is woman.He chuckled out loud, thinking how easily. In reality, the professor is jarred from his vision as his own actual orgasm occurs right in his seat. He groans loudly as the head of his cock suddenly explodes cum all over the place. It lands on the desk, the chair, but most of all&hellip,..on Laura Halters essay. Globs of white cream suddenly soak the pages of her typed term paper and the professor shrieks. This is not good. Not good at all. He has to grade that and return it to her! He picks it up with a glimmer of optimism, but sadly his. The place was open. At three o’clock in the morning. Jack sighed. He knew that he’d been lonely since he broke up with Denise (since Denise dumped him, the little voice at the back of his head responded. Let’s be honest here, if only with ourselves.) But did it really come to this? Visiting a thinly-disguised house of prostitution? He knocked on the door, shivering in the cold. Don’t go jumping to conclusions, he told himself. You don’t know this is a brothel. This could just be a place where.