As I was walking out, Mr. Rowwe called my name.“Eric, come here for a second,” I went up to his desk, where he sat.“Yes,” I answered. From my ...tanding view, I could see his member standing up right. Mr. Rowwe was hard.“Come closer,” he instructed, by now the classroom was empty. I did just as he said. As I reached him, he lowered his head towards my dick and started licking the leftover cum that John had left. His tongue on the tip of my cock was a pleasant surprise.“Mr. Rowwe, I didn’t know. The exhausted aching in her shoulders and neck faded quickly under the hot blast. Turning, she let the jets of water hit her face and felt them sluice the sleep out of her eyes. When she backed up the streams moved down and tingled over her chest. When the jets hit her nipples the little buds burned and tingled and stiffened.Finally Judy picked up the soap and worked lather into the short, black hair of her head. After rinsing it away, she did her face with a washrag. Then, her hands still. " I know he owns the apartment complex, and plans to open a business in the mall. But what's this 'millionaire' business?"Art spoke up, saying, "Honey, let's just put it this way. If we follow Bonnie's rule of a hundred grand per child, you could not live long enough to have enough kids, to run out of money."Ok, it was my turn to look sheepish."Annette!" Helen said. "You didn't know? I thought you were marrying him for his money?"Annette looked at me, then at her parents."I thought I was. My colleague and mentor, Sally, was a tall athlete with magnificent legs. Black hair was trimmed tightly around her head, in a most flattering way. She was, I guessed, almost 30. It was 1970, when short miniskirts were accepted office wear, and hot pants were starting to challenge them. It was also in the middle of the Sexual Revolution.I had gotten to know her, in part because she was nice enough to offer me rides at the end of the day, saving me from the bus. She told me that her husband,.