He was sporting a jersey and jeans, his converse shoes were ultra-cool and his cologne radiated around him. Ashley breathed in deeply. Yep, definitely...heaven. “So what’s that special thing you have planned?” Ashley asked. In response Miguel reached over to her and placed his hand on her leg, and slowly brushed his way under her skirt resting on her inner thigh. Ashley’s heart fluttered. She was a virgin, totally not used to this kind of physical contact, but she didn’t say anything, to her. I took a seat at the kitchen table and just sat for a moment, not yet touching my snack. My gaze fell to my lap. My erection had finally subsided, but I was shocked to see a huge spot on the front of my gray sweatpants. It was a big dark spot, as if the front had been very wet, but there was also a trace of little bits of white solids. At first I was confused because I thought I had cum in my pants and didnt realize it, but it wouldnt make a spot that big, and the white residue, well I was. She thought for a moment, then said "Sit down."I pulled a chair away from one of the student desks and sat in it. There was an uncomfortable silence. I took a moment to size her up. She wasn't frowning, but she wasn't smiling either. Mrs. Redstone was red all right. She had red hair, almost orange red. It went well with the reddish outfit she was wearing. She looked to be in her late 30's.Finally she said, "Mr. Hunt, I should tell you first that I'm quite forthright. I don't mince words. I'm. " Very well; I prefer complete histories; but tell me how you made his acquaintance? Did any one introduce you to him?" No; it was he who introduced himself to us." When?" Last night, after we left you." Through what medium?" The very prosaic one of our landlord." He is staying, then, at the Hotel de Londres with you?" Not only in the same hotel, but on the same floor." What is his name--for, of course, you know?" The Count of Monte Cristo." That is not a family name?" No, it is the name of the.