He sheathed his katana, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment in hopes that it would be gone when he opened them again. It was still the...e."I am all the things that you are, devotion, and commitment. What you must ask yourself is, "What am I?" We are all things. Not all at the same time. Not all at once in the same space." More relaxed now that the katana was sheathed it felt more freely to speaking. Surely it would live to see the cosmos another day."Why send this to me now? What. Markus," one of the girls in the back offered, pointing to the closed door. Curious, Tory walked to the back of the class. As she reached the door, the knob slowly turned and the door opened. Tory let out a gasp as she brought her hands to her face."I couldn't have roses delivered without a vase, baby!" Mitch was standing in the doorway. He entered the classroom and gently placed the vase on a back table before scooping Tory up in his arms. "Happy Valentine's Day, Tory. God, I've missed you!". The first spurt landed on my face and then I pointed his cock to my tits and continued to stroke it. He was shooting so much cum I could not believe it and it was running down my chest and to my belly. I have never seen so much cum from a guy before. When he finished, I took my fingers and wiped his cum from my face and licked it off my fingers and he was still recovering from his orgasm. I turned into the driver’s seat and started the engine and pushed the button to lower the top. When it was. At least this time I didn’t dump my canoe and partner upside down in the middle of the North Branch of the Shenandoah River, like I did the first time.I didn’t warn Mr. Becker about what was waiting for him on that trip, though. He had a brand-new plastic canoe, which cost him a fortune and of which he was inordinately proud. It was about a third of the weight of the Grumman aluminum canoes the rest of us were using. It was one of the very first non-metal canoes ever built, plastic, not.