It was close to noon before he and Al left for his place to dress for Wanda's.They arrived late but since it was just the three of them it wasn't that...big a deal. Wanda made a comment about them both looking like shit and Al made some wiseass remark about drinking too much ginseng last night. Gary told him to mind his manners and he soon split for his room and a nap as dinner was hours away. Wanda as usual looked great but Gary was too destroyed after last night to even fantasize about getting. Parts? The thought was too scary to accept for now; there had to be an easier solution.Someone must have put this on me. But who would do it and why?My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fuck, I was supposed to go to the gym and have lunch with her today."Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously."Hey," she responded, sounding pre-occupied. "Am I meeting you inside the gym? Or at your place?" Umm," I hesitated, trying to think quickly as I. I slung her a tee shirt of mine to wear; it was like a dress on her small frame. As she sat on a stool in the kitchen, I caught glimpses between her legs. Coyly, she pushed her knees together; I would push them apart and suck on her cock. I had the taste for her spunk now, and wanted to drain her balls as often as I could.We spent most of the day, on her roof garden, kissing, sucking, fondling and sleeping. I had sucked two loads of cum from her balls, and massaged one of my loads into her. I was worried because you were just staring out the window, but I noticed you were mouthing the words and reading along with whoever was speaking. You didn’t even look down at your book.”“Oh, sorry about that. It was how I kept up to where everyone was reading so, when my turn came, I was ready.”“But you weren’t even looking at your book. That is what I don’t understand.”Tim fidgeted there a few moments to weigh in his mind what to say. Could he tell the teacher about his photographic memory?.