Together they fed the dishwasher and then Henrietta set about washing the glass and the pans while Tim dried."Well, I like Harriet," said Tim."So do I...but I could have kicked Arthur." Why?" Oh, he did all his duties with drinks and wine but then offered nothing." He's not a great conversationalist at the best of times," observed Tim and chuckled to take the sting out of his comment."No but it was a sulky silence. Harriet was his guest and we pinched her."Tim said nothing. He thought it the. His cock, halfway into my mouth, somehow changes, I can’t explain it but I know what it means. He stops his thrusting for a second and suddenly he comes, a huge load fills the back of my mouth, running down my throat. Its thick and the first blast I don’t really get to taste much before he thrusts again, pushing it down into my throat, where he spasms and comes again. I scrambleto swallow as he pulls out then thrusts again. Slippery and slightly salty with a vague sour taste, not completely. This would definitely be my challenge this semester. The teacher entered the room and dropped his stuff off at the desk. He was an older gentleman, with short white hair and a red polka dot bow tie. Very cool. He wrote his name on the chalk board. Dr. White. He seemed nice enough, I prayed he would have pity on me. I could not afford to screw up my scholarship because of a lack of understanding of the scientific method. As the class started, I feverishly took notes. He was a very detailed. He too had not changed from this morning. I had not truly noticed his broad bare chest until this moment. And since he had the same expression on his face I guessed he enjoyed his view also. We slipped back into our kiss for a few moments until I took his hand and led him into an adjacent room. Dreagon whispered ‘You have a bedroom in your library?’ as I lead him to the bed. ‘Sometimes I like to lie down while I read.’ I returned with a slight grin. We slowly lay down on the eighteenth century.