At first, it was only to do my homework in silence, but lately, it had become my second home. Mrs. Henderson even turned a blind eye when I dug a sand...ich or drink out of my bag, and when nobody else was there, she sometimes sat down with me and we made small talk. I loved these talks. She was educated and quick-witted, and when I had had a bad day with my lectures, she always managed to cheer me up and find something to compliment me for. My tongue-tied moments grew fewer and fewer - even. "Oh George!" Oh Margo." Passionate kisses. Hands caressing my breasts. Hands on his butt pulling us together. His wet cock against my leg.Still shaking, I knelt in front of him and took his slimy organ in my mouth. My own flavors and his kept my passion lit. I was resting my dripping pussy against my heel and giving myself more pleasure. George was never one of those that took forever to recover. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with wide open eyes soon brought him back."Again," I. "I love pizza!" I tell her enthusiastically."Me too!" she says cheerfully. "I'll wear this for pizza!"All right! Pizza! I really do like pizza. I check the oven. It's not on.I check the fridge. No pizza. I check the freezer. No frozen pizza."Where's the pizza?" I ask mostly to myself."It's not here yet." She looks at me like I'm a moron.Delivery? Mom ordered pizza for us? I better change.The door-bell rings. Pizza's here! Oh shit. I better change fast. I movetowards the hallway to get to the. . .’ Nodding, he set to work, starting by sketching the graphs. Ten minutes later, she started at the sensation of her phone buzzing in her pocket. Glancing at the caller id, she bit back a moan and told Hunter she’d be right back. The look he gave her was one of pure annoyance, but she ignored him and headed for the stairwell. ‘Hey, Dad, what’s up?’ ‘Rach, I might need your help this weekend. I’m starting to clean out the house, and –‘ ‘Wait, you’re selling it? What happened to thinking about.