. early. I just thought something might be wrong."'Oh God, had Dad called her over to confess?' She wondered.Sophie seemed to accept this and smiled, ...hough not as cheerily as she used to. "I actually came to bear good news."When she didn't say anything else Eli became aware that she was standing much too firmly in the center of the doorway, so she walked to the fridge and took out a carton of milk. Sophie continued her story when Eli came to the table with her cereal, milk and bowl and. This lit up her own loins and she had a little lightening strike of a climax. She hoped that Johnny had not detected that she too had popped off a cum. But Johnny could tell, her breathing first quickened, then caught, then slowly expelled. He laid his head on her breasts, and she stroked the top of his head as they rested. Eventually they both fell asleep in that position, the wet from Johnny's squirt was soaked though all the layers of clothe to her skin. In the morning, it was a stiff and. She looked forward to meeting the teacher. She was an attractive woman who wore rather conservative clothes. She chose a matching skirt and jacket of brown tweed, a white blouse with a red bow around her neck, her black pearl necklace. She slipped on her nylons and walking shoes which were more comfortable for pedal-work on the piano. Madame Lange quickly became Anne-Marie, even before they had reached the living-room. The piano was a small grand and brought gushes of compliments from Jessie. "What is this?" Jessica asked and held up one of my bialys.I was about to answer when Sandra beat me to it, "It's a bialy, like a bagel but with a dent filled with onion instead of a hole."A bit stunned I said, "I'm impressed. I didn't know you were a bread connoisseur." I'm not, but I lived in New York for a year and had breakfast at a Polish bakery every day."I laughed a bit and seated myself at the table. I took a big bite of my bialy and found that it was really tasty. I knew I had baked it.