"I was number three in my class of 800. I decided I didn't want to have to give a speech on Graduation Day, so I fiddled an exam or two so I wouldn't ...e any higher. And you?"I looked back. "I was top in my class of 200. When they asked me to do a valedictory, I told them if I had to, I just wouldn't show up for graduation. So they stuck someone else with it."She smiled that smile of hers that sort of makes her glow."I plan to be pretty close to the top when I get out of here, too, you know,". "You're not suppose to ask that." She said dreamily."What?" Didn't anybody ever tell you? You're not supposed to ask that after you just got through fucking. It's a rule. Like not saying 'thanks' after sex, unless it's with a prostitute." What?!" I'd never heard either of those rules, and know I've broken them both more than once."Jeeze, I can see I have my work cut out for me. Didn't any of those other girls civilize you?" She replied with mock disgust in her voice. At least I hope it was mock. It was just freaking bizarre. Of course I hadn't a clue as to how bizarre things were going to get.Until she leaned forward and I felt the heat of her mouth as it closed over my shaft. Something slick and soft and strong swirled around the head of my prick and her cheeks collapsed as she sucked so strongly that I yelped.Then my knees quit working as cum rocketed through my prick and into her mouth.At least until my no-longer-working-knees bent enough that my cock jerked out of her mouth as I. " Ishouted at him. I paused and then calming myself, continued slowly. "ButMum would. Yes! Spawn of the milkman, delivered in secret and disposedof swiftly."Once we had a starting point, we had great fun inventing a life historyfor Fran. We dreamt up spells in orphanages, young boy friends, andfoster parents, holiday disasters, all things that Fran could chat aboutin party conversations.Several times during the day, I caught Fran squinting at herself in themirror, trying to see herself with out.