They were always in a hurry to blow a load down my throat or in my ass, but not my teacher. He stroked my hair and smiled, encouraging me to work my k...sses all over his massive prick. He liked to put it on my face while I kissed his balls, the length of his penis stretching from my mouth past my forehead and into my hair."Turn around," Mr. Moore finally said, pulling me to my feet and pushing me over his desk.He pulled down my pants and underwear, standing behind me with his cock sliding up and. ”She wasn’t going to mention that Alice was very worried about what was going on in Pakistan. She now had two sons stationed there. The Colonel in command of her older son’s unit was up on charges of violating a direct order. He had sent her son’s unit into an engagement in support of another group of Marines who were engaged in a firefight. He did so despite having been ordered not to do so. The relief force of Marines had kicked ass.Unfortunately, a group of civilians, individuals who were. "You're OK Rhea. Thanks, but I want Abi." Or Sarah?" Yeah. Or Sarah" I found myself admitting, dreamily, but both of them were well out of my league.Mum sensed that something was wrong but didn't ask and Rhea didn't tell, at least not while I was present. I spent most of the day idling around, and doing nothing much. I sent my film off to Bonusprint for developing and put a load of my clothes into the washing machine but I spent too long worrying about Abi.What was Abi's dark secret? I pondered. You would do well to remember that!’‘Where have I heard THAT before?’ fumed Béla. ‘So you’re not going to tell me, huh? Well, I’ll just ask father!’‘That will do you no good, child,’ the Praetor replied, sounding rather imperious, now. ‘He does not remember you.’'Why not?'‘You instructed me to erase his memory of you,’ the Praetor replied. ‘You also instructed me to erase your memory whenever you ask the question you are preparing to ask, so tread gently, child. We have had this discussion.