Whether it was the voice or what Heather said that did the trick, Jason couldn't tell for certain. But Mr. Wyler simply turned and, with a little clic... of his heels that reminded Jason of a Gestapo officer, he walked away. "That was great!" Jason gushed to Heather. "Thank you," she said. "Any bets that he's headed for the bathroom?"********** After Heather had registered for the costume contest, she began to mingle through the crowd. She moved slowly, allowing everyone to see her, back in the. " She's right Jack. God, you are such a mother hen. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you." Oh, please don't say that. I don't want to have to worry about you." Settle down, Jack. If there's anything to worry about, I'll let you know. Now pour us both a cup of coffee and we'll shower. We can eat some bagels on the way to class." How come you didn't make a full pot?" I figured we'd each have a mug here, I'd take a refill and you could take that big travel mug so you'd have something while. You then crawled on top of me. Grabbing my shaft and placing the tip of it in your opening, positioning my erection partially in, I felt you begin to slide down on me and begin riding me with great enthusiasm. The sight of you riding me and the looks you give me as you look down at me in enjoyment add to the ecstasy. I had a perfect view of your tits and I could reach around and grab two handfuls of your firm round ass. Feeling and seeing continues to be my focus. As you rode me, and I thrust. “What brings you in?” I knew the voice and knew it was wrong for all the wrong reasons. I’d heard the place had the best damn stew in the area. “Your stew” I told her. It was Theresa. “I hear it’s pretty darn good” I told her. And her response was “Almost as good as I am, Marcus.” Theresa was teasing me. “Now, now” I went on to tell her as I tried cautioning her about any crazy ideas. “I’m not going there.” She smiled, playfully and replied with “Yes you will. I’m sure of it too honey. Soooo.