And cum he did. It was a great load and I loved it. I think it was bigger that any load I ever had before. I could feel his cock throbbing and pumping...in my mouth. That is what I like best and this load tasted sweet. I took spirt after spirt and began to wonder if I could take it all. I swallowed some but then he soon quit squirting and pulled it out of my mouth. He just held it there and some cum oozed out of his cock and into my mouth mmmm.He then backed off and said he wanted to see his cum. I took a hasty shower, and was barely dry and clothed by the time Mother opened the door.After the normal greetings I concentrated on homework. I needed a good grade for the last history paper, and it was clear I needed a break from magic.I sketched out possible conclusions from the book -- it dealt with World War 2 and was full of detail. What conclusions that were there were obscured, and the argumentation was muddled. The good news was that I didn't have to agree with the author's reasoning.. "Very nice Patrick," she said. "Now Jimmy Brown, what do you do at Christmas?"Well, Ms. Jones, me and my sister also go to church with Mom and Dad and we sing carols and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus to bring our presents.Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting to leave him out of the discussion, she asked, "Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you do at Christmas?"Isaac said,. I got a call from your boss. I explained to him all about a dead man switch," she said."Thank you Jen," since I had not sent her a package, it was all I could manage without giving myself away."You just get better and bring the Irishman home with you," she said."Yes Ma'am and thanks," I said. The Irishman remark was her way of telling me they were looking at him as well. Jen and I were close enough to have an unspoken code.The men in cheap suits stayed away, because Jen had convinced them that.