I had the two references that I wanted to use. Professor Strait had provided a selection of topics for our final papers from which each student was to...choose one. There was an analytical paper on the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (PRB) that I think she provided specifically for me, so I felt obligated to do my ten-page analysis on that article. It was a subject that I knew about from last year’s art history course, so I grabbed some of the resources that I’d used then and set about the analysis. I was so caught up in the moment that it took me a few seconds to realize she had resumed the interrupted labial tongue massage. But that was the last thing I did before an orgasm exploded within me. FUUCCCKKKK!!!!! I bellowed at the top of my lungs. My body spasmed and without my lovers support, I would have crashed to the ground. Still, it was on shaky legs that I started squirting. Wave after wave of hot nectar shot out of me, raining down upon my beautiful lover like a spring rain washing. She did not have a lot after the break-up with her husband. She got by though. She worked full time and spent as much time as she could with the kids. I admired her tenacity. I wondered if I could do the same in her situation.I was given the kids' room because I was a guest. The kids were forced to sleep on the living room floor. They really did not seem to mind. They seemed so glad to see me I felt ashamed of what I had back home. It felt good to share this time with them. My time meant so. Sue came out with the garbage bag and threw it into the back of the Mustang. While she set the alarm and locked the door, I put the top up on the car. We drove slowly home and found the deputy sitting on the patio. We told him we didn't think there was going to be any further threats as the ex-president was being charged with the drugs and conspiracy to commit murder. He would be responsible for the four dead men. He could even get the death penalty, but probably wouldn't.The deputy left, so.