A smattering of ‘yeah’ and ‘yes’ were murmured around me after Brad’s appropriate response.“Ha, you can’t BS, a BSer,” she cackled out...then loudly coughed several times and bent somewhat over her teacher’s desk. “Gee, excuse me there. I’m just not feeli...”I was glad to see both Liz Morkings and Brad quickly jump up out of their front row seats and rushed up to Mrs. Pierce as she slowly sagged down behind her desk. Brad got to her first and prevented her from completely collapsing onto the. A waiter rolled a cart into the room with the coffee and a newspaper. If he noticed Gail’s black thong on the floor, her bra hanging on the desk chair, her vibrator on the coffee table or the two big feathers on the bureau, he didn’t let on. I signed for the coffee, found my pants and some money and gave the guy a good tip. Gail emerged from the covers and put on her robe. After fixing her hair, she joined me for breakfast. We sipped coffee, ate a sticky bun or two, and read sections of the. .. it.It was a song I heard recently in an elevator. I knew it was from an old movie about a car race from New York to Paris ... THE GREAT RACE!The song was in the middle of this comedy racing farce, and it was called ‘The Sweetheart Tree.” Now to find the perfect version of it!Unbelievably, there were almost fifty covers, so I listened to all of them and, of course, the next to last one was a beautiful, but simple version sung by a barbershop quartet called the Golden Staters, recorded back in. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" screamed Mark which was Joe's sign that he was ready to finally submit and with that the old man slid his wet dick out of Mark's sweet young arse and lay on his back.Mark got up on to his knees and then Joe barked "come eat daddy!" and with that Mark reluctantly made his way to the bulging crutch and gut in front of him. Joe then grabbed his head and buried his old sweaty shaft into Mark's mouth. Not only was Mark tasting his own asshole but his face was also buried in this.