I invited her in and she sat down. She looks at Sara and whispering does he know. Yeah mom we’re good. Her mom said that’s great! And says she wil... be home later with cake and her present. She left. I sit back down on the couch and Sara snuggling up to me. Her hand running up and down my thigh closer to my cock each pass . My cock grows hard pitching a tent in my shorts. She looks up at me and smiles as she grabs hold. And slowly stroking my cock through my shorts, my hand squeezing her ass and. I hesitated for a second, knowing that I should stop, but if I was late for this class, whoever this Mr. Birnbaum was would already have a reason to hate me. I shouted a quick apology over my shoulder and ran into the classroom. Because I was so late, the only open seats were within the first two rows, so I grabbed a front row seat, looking around for the teacher that Maggie had been babbling about earlier. But the only people in the class were students. Letting out a breath as I finally. "Like what?" I laugh and sit down on the sofa. He sits down next to me. "Horny, of course!" He smiles awkwardly. "I guess." "Ah, don't act all sanctimonious on me, man! I bet you would touch my dick if I'd let you," I grin, but I realise what I had said way too late.The boy turns pale. "Why would you think that?" I quickly try to save my blunder. "Like, who wouldn't want to touch my dick." I laugh, as to emphasise I'm just kidding. He doesn't look convinced. And I guess the combination of. Both parents commented at different times that they are surprised that Melanie and I are still such lovebirds with each other, but it's true. We are as overjoyed with each other as we were on our wedding day.And the parents were a bit nosey too, asking about odd details in our lives. Nothing in particular to worry about, but Melanie and I both breathed a sigh of relief when they left.My Masters thesis is effectively finished. I just need to work on the write-up a bit. My days as an M.I.T. are.