She is not as skinny as I am but she is slim, certainly nowhere near chubby! Imagine the quintessential first-year schoolteacher; bubbly and kind, smi...ey and effortlessly sweet, and you'll be somewhere near her.Now we're all caught up, I'll tell you about the specific time we started properly experimenting with our sexual fantasies. You might remember that after I had fucked her with the strap-on she promised to do the same to me. She did, but I'm not going to talk about that now.After the last. They don’t wonder if I am popular, because they know I am a whore. They don’t ask about the football games because they know if we win I get gangbanged and if we lose, the boys don’t get my cunt. So, today was a silent breakfast.Once we finished, I helped get the dishes up and we put them in the dishwasher. We would run it tonight. Mom and dad went outside to go to work with mom being naked and daddy dressed. We said goodbye and as soon as they left, I went to brush my teeth and hair. Then it. Heather, the crowd, the school, all began to phase out of existence as I neared total bliss. I felt the hand that Zoe had on my ass slip into the crack of my ass. Then I felt pressure on my asshole. Zoe slipped a finger into my anus and suddenly I was seeing stars. I released my seed into Zoe's waiting mouth as I came for what seemed an eternity.I honestly don't know how I remained standing as my entire body felt drained. I looked down at Zoe. She was looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. She. I hope she doesn’t think I’m trying to usurp her position of poet laureate or anything. After they all had a glass of iced tea, George and Terry went back down to the pier. They had the pound about the right size and shape, and were walking up to the house, when Isolde appeared on the front porch, with a fishing rod and tackle and a paper cup of bloodworms. “While you guys work on the pound, I’m gonna see what’s for supper,” she said. “It’s usually pretty poor fishing from the shore, “ Terry.