At first we just what classes we were taking, and school stuff. But eventually the conversation drifted to other things. We talked about everything, m...sic, art, religion, politics, you name it. She was so fascinating, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. We had some mutual interests, mainly music. She was into punk rock, and I was more into ska and reggae. But we both shared a mutual love of the Doors, and we talked about Jim Morrison for nearly two hours. Since that day, we’ve been friends.. So, Steven – do you really think you might start producing art yourself. Your father was always worried about what you might decide to do with your Art Degree. He told me more than a few times that he was worried, that you might become what he called a ‘2nd rate artist, ‘ finding a girl – painting her for a while, then kick her out and find the next girl. I guess now that you and your sister are living in sin, that’s not as likely to happen?”“Mom!”“I’m kidding Cassandra – chill!”“Our long-term. Soooo painful! I thought it was finally all over then the doctor looked at me and said ‘now for the second baby’. What!!! With so much pain I thought surely I’d delivered both babies, couldn’t believe it was just the first one! So I pushed again, pooped some more, screamed some more!’ She looked at Randolph with extra serious eyes and next said ‘if you were in the delivery room, I might have cut your balls off for putting me through so much pain!’ Randolph looked at her and said ‘are you sure. She gave the base of my cock a pair of strokes, eliciting a thick bead of precum from its head just as she let her tongue fall just underneath the very tip, gliding up my glans before allowing her tongue to absorb the clear fluid she had drawn out of me. "You taste great. I'm gonna have to give you a run later myself," her tongue gave my head a second stroke, letting her lips float only inches from allowing my cock to meet the insides of her mouth. "Are you a virgin?"I could only stumble over.