The apples are the breasts and the milk and you hunger. You sigh with relief and joy. You are home.*****I hear my alarm going off and want to smash th... stupid phone. Last night was late. Again. It’s been like this all week. Each morning June and I wake up and she services my wet pussy. Each night we make out until I get tired of her begging to eat my out. She eats me out, often repeatedly, and I pass out.I have a sex life that is exhausting. It was never like this with Carl. There wasn’t a. I got coo's of approval from her. and i slowly worked my way down to her skirt. i bit the fabric pulling it slowly teasing her."Oh come on you Teasing bastard just pull them off already!"Ms.Brooks demanded.and i complied quickly slipping her short skirt off, and the wet spot on her panties was very noticeable they were drippeing her juices.i pushed her down so she layed ontop of her empty desk. i slipped her panties right off with ease and i began to lick her up savoring the taste of her pouty. "He bridled at my answer and for some unfathomable reason he took offence at my pertness."Now look here, fellow," he snarled. "Are you trying to be funny with me? Do you know who I am?" I'm afraid not and I don't really care," I replied.He began to lift his hand from the hand rest and I laid a finger on the top of his hand and held it to the armrest gently.I watched him with a grim smile as he tried to remove my finger. I bet he felt as if I had put a steam-roller on his hand. He began to sweat. He arrives at the tree where she had appeared but she’s no longer there. He does find, however, her white blouse on the ground.When he picks it up and holds it in his fingers, he frowns. The shirt is soft, white… and dry. Pete looks up, blinking, and realizes the rain has stopped. He removes his glasses to wipe them on his shirt. When he puts them back up and gazes upward toward the tall trees he sees… colour. A multitude of dark green leaves shifts and rustles above him, flecks of shimmering.