"You're in a third grade class?" Don't laugh too hard, Bobby. If you did as bad as you said on those teststoday, you may wind up being in there with m...."That stopped me cold. "You mean they'd send me back two grades?" Not unless you did bad in all the tests. Most of the time, when you'rehaving problems with certain subjects they'll just put you in the classeswhere you'll be able to get the most help on those subjects."I was trying to decide how I'd feel about taking classes with Tess,. .her lips tracing along my spine...sending swelteringchills as she planted wet sucking kisses along my neck, my pulse racingon her tongue...until she finally reached my ears, her lips latchedonto my delicate lobes and her tongue flicking lewdly insidethem...waiting until her fat clit-head crushed against my sissy spot towhisper, "Cum for me, mi bonita..." And with that 48 excruciatinglylong hours, 286 almost unendurable minutes, 17, 160 screeching boilerready to explode seconds finally ended in. This one particular day, ma had gone to work as usual and I went swimming. I developed a cramp in my leg and limped home. The walk had worked the pain out. As I entered the house, I heard familiar sounds of moans from the bedroom. I approached the open door. I was surprised to find my ma home. Ma was naked. She was on the bed with another naked woman. They were in the classic 69 position. At first, I didn’t recognize the woman. It was Mrs. Mason, Maggie Mason. My ma’s boss at Maggie’s Hair. She responded less with words and more with body language: Spine straight, chin up, forehead mounted cybernetic oculus glinting with purple fire. That alone was what might have prevented Regencina from simply bending Mary over one knee and spanking her as if she were a lowborn hivescummer. Mary was a member of the Navis Nobiline. Richer than Rogue Traders, more powerful than a psyker, and most importantly, rarer than starfire diamonds.“Mary Belisarius,” Regencia said, her arms crossed over her.