Around 5:00 I got anMessage on Facebook from Mrs. Glass. She was telling meThat she graded my test first and it seemed that my daydreamingCause me to ...eceive a failing grade. I asked her if I could retake theTest Monday. She said no, that I could retake it at her houseTonight if I could come over. I told my mom and my motherSaid yes. Her and Mrs. Glass chatted on the phone for a few minutes.After they hung up my mother blew up on my about the failingGrade. Man this was a mood killer I had to. ‘Katie? Katie Wilson, is that you?’ ‘It’s Katie Barlow now. David Danfors, isn’t it? I’m surprised you remembered me.’ The man had been waiting for her outside Starbucks. He was wearing an expensive camelhair overcoat that, nonetheless wasn’t up to the winds coming off the lake in Chicago. He had been rubbing his hands together and stamping his feet in what had turned out to be a nippy morning. A bucket truck was out on the street, valiantly fighting the wind to put up illuminated snowflakes on. Has the power?Amy: (snapping her shirt back together) Give that back to me Michael?(I threw it at her feet)Amy: It doesn't have to be a power struggle, Michael. Here, I'll make a peace gesture ... we share the can opener. (She picked it up, and a can, opened it, handing me a piece of strawberry from inside putting it up to my mouth)Michael: (my first impulse to this change of blocking was to eat it right off the end of the can-opener, so I did) Why didn't you just share it without all of this. I’d been pretty successful, too. The bed was slick and smelled of our juices, Mommy’s hair was matted and crusty, and we’d been rubbing her body all over to spread out my cum.I liked having sex in Mommy’s bottom a lot. It was so tight and I didn’t have to keep stopping to let her breathe like with her mouth, though I liked how her tongue made me feel too. After I’d filled up her womb, I hadn’t experienced the same intensity of feeling, almost like I was trying to save up cum for what it was.