I just sat there at first, watching her as I began to relax. She retrieved a towel from the bathroom and started to rub my hair dry. I could smell her...scent as she stood over me. "You're a bit nervous aren't you" she said softly. "Yes," I swallowed. Her left breast brushed against my cheek as she dried my hair, "I'm sorry, Kelly. You know I haven't done this before". "Don't worry" she answered "I like you". My arousal at her and the promise of what was to come was rapidly overcoming my. She slowly inhaled the pink morsel, and then offered one to me. Very few words were spoken, but the sexual tension was starting build as we continued to feed each other. When all the shrimp were gone, we went back into the kitchen, where I carved the meat, and Carol filled a silver dish with those green beans that earlier I had conspired to delay. We deliberately kept our portions small, in anticipation of what would come later. When Carol went back into kitchen to get the fresh strawberries. I can’t say for sure now, but she must have had her eyes open during this part because her aim was incredible. She managed to direct her stream with unfailing accuracy right against the underside of my shaft just beneath the cleft portion of the head. She held it there, the force of the jet thrumming against me so hard and so long that I very nearly ejaculated right then and there. The fleeting thought crossed my mind that she was going to empty herself and have nothing left for me to taste. "Miss McMillan, is that note important to the class?" Mr. Graham said as he caught her as she passed it to her girlfriend as he tried to lecture the class. "No Sir," she said, and tried to hide the note in her hand. "Well perhaps the class would like to hear what's on this note then. Would you like to share the note with the class?" "No Sir." "Come up here, Miss McMillan," he said as he walked over to his desk from the chalkboard. Cathy got up from her desk and walked to the front of the.