I said, where can I turn up the heat?’ ‘It’s broke,’ Betty mumbled, as she whispered her thanks to Connie for the afghan. ‘Broken?’ Connie...asked. ‘Your heater’s broken? When did that happen?’ ‘Oh, let’s see. Two, three, uh—’ ‘Two or three days ago?’ Connie asked in consternation. ‘Oh, I’m trying to remember. I think it was back right after I finished helping Mr. Lyman with his broken leg.’ ‘Mr. Lyman’s broken leg? Why that was almost four years ago. You’ve been without heat for—?’ Connie was. Then I parted my lips and took himinside of my mouth, gently lapping at him with my tongue. Heaven. Ilet my hands wander up the front of his thighs and find his balls. Theywere heavy with cum and I was delighted by the thought. I moved himback to the couch as he fumbled to remove his clothes - oh the power asexual woman has on men - I love it. He sat on the couch and I resumedmy blowjob, licking his balls gently and stroking his shaft with myhand, my long red talons wrapped around his. She was pleased that Dan had called so soon after leaving the bank. She had known he was going in at ten and it was only forty minutes after ten.“Yes, he is,” Dan said with a smile.“I’ll see you tonight for the celebration. Go take care of business,” Ellen said, “I’ll call Daddy and let him know what you said.”“Thanks,” Dan said. She hung up after exchanging farewells.Richard had listened to the exchange and asked, “Who put in the word for you at the bank?”“Harold Derkins,” Dan answered.“That. The fourth class period was study hall, and there was no point in me going there. Instead, I went to the gym and spent my time shooting hoops with a couple of other guys who didn't see any need for study hall, either. When the bell rang, it was at last time for lunch.I got in line at my usual place for the free lunch and mooched my was through like I always did. I was trying to maintain some cover, but it was a total waste of time. My experiences in English and History were all over the place,.