It used to be called the clinging cell disease, though now that we can defeat it, that no longer applies.”Sam was nodding not really having any idea...what the male was saying. “Excuse me for saying this but, just who in the hell are you?”“Ah, I apologize I am Tynco, Mellos’s father. The first long term sufferer, to be almost completely cured of the disease. Though, if you have time, my body needs the rest destroyed, if I am to survive with no relapse.” Tynco explained.Suddenly, it seemed as if a. So it surprised even herself that she was actually following through with the bet she lost to her husband.She honestly thought the capitol of Kentucky was Louisville.Now she waits for Frank’s poker buddies to show up while he goes to fetch a ‘special’ something.She waits in a sexy French maid’s outfit. Complete with garter and black stockings. She even wears a string thong. Something she would never have worn under any circumstances.Or so she thought.The feeling of the string, nestled between. “Spread the soap around slut.” I didn’t know the name of this other senior. To the protests of Jen, I abandoned my pursuit of her body and turned to the new one. This other girl had larger sized breasts, and was already a little soapy. I started on her midsection and worked the way across her chest. Suddenly, the senior grab my wet hair and pulled my face towards her pussy. My knees scraped the ground hard and I collided with my tongue buried in her sweet spot. I loud groaned came from her. I walked right up to Charlotte and she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me the most adoring kiss I'd ever gotten in a public place. The cheer from the crowd was deafening. Finally a teacher popped her head out of a classroom doorway and gave us a disapproving look. We broke the kiss and the crowd dispersed."How are you, my love?" I asked. "You miss me?" Of course, baby. I was almost crying when I woke up this morning, and not seeing you there beside me." I had a hard time.