As he walked down the hall, Rick came up beside him. ‘Saw you talking with Dianna Hillman,’ his friend said. ‘So?’ Matt asked. ‘Hey, no prob...em!’ Rick said. ‘I think it’s a great idea. Start with the pushovers first, then work up to the hard ones.’ He clapped Matt on the shoulder and went into a classroom. ‘Damn him!’ Matt thought. He wasn’t sure why Rick’s comment bugged him as much as it did, but it sure made him angry. The morning went quickly. Matt enjoyed being back, and the teachers were. Then they flashed the lights and we went back in. Steve went off to the men's room and I just watched all the people. Mostly they looked pretty ordinary, but maybe nicer than the ones at the movie last week when we saw Titanic. A lot of gray-haired intelligent looking men who probably taught at Harvard and women who looked like their wives--kind of thin lips. I still don't understand why people in Boston don't dress up when they go to the opera; it's the frumpiest city I was ever in. When my. Loving the empowerment, I open my thighs to allow you a better view of my freshly-shaved lower lips. Without wasting a moment you crawl between my legs and start to lick up the moisture that has already started to drip out of me. I start moaning from the pleasure of your tongue on such a sensitive area. You spread my lips apart to give your tongue better access to the treasure inside. You take your time licking from bottom to top, pausing to circle around my clit a few times, and back down. I pummeled and pronged and mauled her until my thighs were cramping and my back was sore, and she was begging and mewling in words I couldn't understand, and then I thrust really deep, held it there with the girl arched back on it squealing like crazy. And I pumped out my semen, five or six ejaculations as she sobbed, "No, no, don't, don't." I think I whimpered; I usually do when I come; a combination of pleasure and relief. It roared out furnace hot, burning my rigid cock.I eased her down to.