“Would you do it for an easy “A” in the course?” I pressed.“Hell yeah,” she quickly shot back. “That’s a no brainer.”I laughed.“Ma...be instead I should ask for something else,” I replied.Michelle bit down on her lower lip, as she took her hand and placed it on top of mine, guiding my fingers in towards her pussy.“May be so,” she replied. “But let’s start first with a simple lap dance and see what transpires.”As she stood up, Michelle pulled a couple of the high back chairs into our area,. .. the Bond?"C-Man was oblivious, "The Bond? Nope, don't know anything about that. You said we did it last night. Or at least you did it to me. What exactly did you do to me?" I feasted on your Essence, your Nectar of the Gods."Nodding his head, he pulled away from his bed guest, "Time to hit the shower. Need to be up before Mickey."Pxl'Fair could only sit in shock, questioning their Bond, questioning her whole existence, 'I feel it. I feel the Bond; it is strong, but definitely there.'C-Man. " Yes. Meeting Bridgette, young and very capable clerk at the Irish embassy, I became a connoisseur of freckled redheads. It turns out to be a very pleasant way to have spent my life."I did catch Jo's satisfied smile at that comment. "There are worse things in the world than spending life with somebody you find beautiful." And smart, Dad," Jo added. "Mom is your mental equal." And I'm smart enough not to act it," Bridgette said.Jo finally made the obvious observation. "Mom. Dad. I thought you'd. Had I misjudged her cues, or was she just being a bitch?“Follow me? Why? Did you think I wanted you to watch me piss?” she asked in a bitchy tone.“Maybe. I don’t know what you’re into, but I do know if you quit acting like a bitch you can cum on my big dick again,” I told her, as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor, and causing my still hard cock to spring free.She didn’t say anything right away, instead, she got some toilet paper and spread her legs to wipe her.