" Yeah," Kate said. "I'm going to the Massachusetts College of Art. I decided to try to be an actual painter before settling for teaching art." Great,... Warren said. "What made you change your mind?" A lot of things. I wouldn't mind teaching, but it's not what I really want to do. I want to paint. Plus, Mrs. Bennett--she's my art teacher at the high school--she entered a couple of my paintings in a state-wide show for high school students, and they got raves. I also got raves from the admissions. I was harder than ever.When she got cleaned up and I was still erect, she just sighed.“I would love to do that again, and much, much more, but I think your mother will be getting antsy out there. I have an idea that I think will help you tame that monster, and I can put together the preliminary design. It will take a couple of fittings, but I am sure I can help.”I must have smiled then, because she giggled and shook a finger in my direction.“I meant help you control and hide it, though, now. "Just bring me two pina coladas I want one for each hand Let's set sail with Captain Morgan Oh and never leave dry land"He wiped his hand across his mouth, then urged the listening customers to join him. Glenda stood there in shock, mouth agape for a moment then quickly began preparing his drink as Warren continued singing."Hey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So bring me two pina coladas She said goodbye to her good timin' manHey troubles I forgot 'em I buried 'em in the sand So. "You taste so good. I've missed you." Trying to squirm, to move my hands, he does not. Keeping my hands pinned with his one as his mouth tortures me in pleasure. Orgasm after orgasm hits me. With a devilish smile he captures my lips tasting myself on his tongue on his lips. Getting up he undresses. I helping with his pants. Kissing his chest nibbling, biting as I stroke his cock with my hand. Placing his head in my mouth and twirling my tongue around his head. Feeling his hands in my hair as.