Talk about embarrassed, Josh was in my ancient history class…must account for his interest in seniors.He was actually in my modern history class too...��but he’d ever taken the slight interest in me… I was too nerdy… my braces yet to be removed…a current flare of acne… frizzy hair beyond control… small boobs…I won’t go on…Of course he was polite in my lounge room…the dick knew my name after all…and pronounced it correctly…Keziah…its biblical like Jeremiah… it was given to me out of respect… as it. I met her at the theater for the school, where she worked in the box office, and my mouth was immediately on the floor. She was wearing a tight, lacey top that showed off her ample, barely-contained-by-a-C-cup, breasts, and a long skirt that hugged her hips. We got out to my car and spent a few minutes feverishly making out before going to dinner. We had a quiet table together where we chatted, caught up, and where she rubbed her foot up and down my leg, making me even more turned on then I was. "As his shots lost force the strings didn't reach so high. For wild seconds he reveled in his hot throw, jerking, spending, laying oily sperm down her cleavage and onto her belly. Then he was done, glowing with good feeling of the after-fuck. Emptied.But she was a mess. His overfull reservoirs had laid a river of sperm from her throat, between her breasts, down her belly to her cunt. And she stirred and gurgled. "Wha'sisss!"He pulled back off of her, sure she was going to wake up. But she. “Does she do any consulting? I’ve known a lot of college professors who do.”“Some. To be honest, her consulting is on advanced math, and I have no idea what she’s talking about most of the time.” That was true. What was also true was that a lot of her consulting involved a Top-Secret security clearance with the Department of Defense and the National Security Agency. I couldn’t even mention that to these guys.“I would bet you are curious why we asked to meet with you,” said Jenkins.I nodded. “I.