So were gonna give you another exam, ok?" Misty blushes, not knowing what to think. Mrs. Beasley rubs Misty on her ass, "I love that fat ass you got."...I take my cock out and stroke it, it's getting harder by the second. "Face the camera and take off your shirt and bra if you will?" Mrs. Beasley orders. Misty looks at me stroking myself, knowing I'm turned on, and obeyed the order. "Now sit on my desk." Misty hops up on the desk. Mrs. Beasley fondles her big tits a few minutes. "You've got great. Would you like your coffee or your morning lovemaking first?"Kathy thought for an instant and then rolled off him. When she did, she found that a girl had already piled up pillows behind her. When she reached out her hand, a cup of coffee was placed in it. Then she looked at Ken, grinned, and touched her cup to his in a salute. After taking her first sip and finding it perfect, she just leaned back onto the pillows with a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment.When she reopened them, she looked. " You're a fucking faggot; you know that?" I'm sure that would come as a surprise to Kirsten Kennedy, Carol." Are you saying that you're fucking her?" What? No! Nothing like that." It had honestly never occurred to me that someone might try to spin my statement that way. I was just thinking about the now-common knowledge that Kirsten and I were a budding item."Then shut your asshole, faggot." I decided to shut up; we were attracting attention.The afternoon passed without incident until Kirsten. My father and Connie had disappeared to a hastily arranged party at Joe Collin's place while Morrie and Julie Dixon were settling down to play the part of Anne's — Susan Dixon's — parents.I'm in my bedroom watching Bristoll thanks to yet another of those visions, though I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy tonight's show any more than I did the ones involving Anne and her parents.'The idea isn't to enjoy them, the idea is to work to a plan. You have to remember it'll all be worth it in the long.