Sticky heat gathered in the crotch of his snug boxer briefs. He leaned against the doorframe and blew a long sigh."I need help shaving my cunt," she p...uted."Don't call it that," he said, finally meeting her flickering eyes. "That's one of those words people use to hurt each other."Her full lips danced into a nasty smile of delight."Like whore, you mean?" Like that," he nodded."Then what should I call my pussy ... Professor Stone?" Pussy is just fine ... and don't call me Professor." All these. So if I'm gone and you get back to the house after you've been out, you just remember to check there." As he looked up on the mantle where so many notes and messages had been left before, Dale noticed that there did indeed seem to be some note or perhaps a piece of mail laying there. He rose up out of the chair and stepped over to the fireplace for a better look. There he found, lying on the mantle just where his Uncle had always left them, an envelope with a single word on the front. Scrawled. With my faceas it is, I would look like a girl wearing a suit and jacket, Ithought. I'd always had a "weak" chin, implying a lack of manlydetermination But now it just looked small. Cute. Just right. Maybe I should grow a beard, I thought? But no. I've never hadmuch facial hair, and a beard would ruin the effect when I wasdressing in private anyhow. But even this thought didn't depressme. All this was what I had wanted, more or less. And it wascertainly what Monica wanted. . Then he pulled her down on to him, grunting loudly as he spurted in her mouth. Holding her head still, he fucked her face, forcing her to swallow his spunk. The thick, creamy texture was a revelation to her. The taste was unexpected, but not objectionable. She liked giving head, she decided.He stepped away from her and zipped up his trousers. Camille stood up, wiping her lips on the back of her hand, and looking directly at him. “Will you be telling the Principal and my parents about what I’ve.