....we ....really had thought about it that way.....Stacy?" my voice was quivering."No I had not planned on...participating...like that....uh...was ho...ing to fondle you and orally pleasure you." Stacy said."Well.....you ladies are sure attractive....but Jarrod and I need some visual stimulation...right Jarrod?" James said nodding his head."Yes....I need to see some nice white ass....to get my Johnson in gear." Replied Jarrod.So there we were, maybe there would be no fantasy tonight. We all. She used a Kleenix from the box behind her to wipe the cum from her pussy, dropping it in the trash, then put on the panties, pulling them snugly against her still moist cunt. Sandy couldn't help but think that his sperm was still inside her flat belly as she smoothed the material over her pussy. Then she adjusted her wrinkled miniskirt, pulling it down over the panties and closed her bra and blouse. She frowned slightly, passing her hands over the short skirt to smooth the wrinkles. She picked. Fighting her nervousness, she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. No, not part of the script, but necessary for her. It was allowed. The script was flexible that way. Scanning the room, she saw everything Rob had, except that she also saw Rob.Tall, well-built, blonde and sexy, he wore a thick black kimono and little else. He contrasted well with the pale yellow of the satin behind him. Gathering her courage, she stepped into the room.[ Dr. Feldan monitored the thought traces of. Less than half the students we started the semester with.“Learn from classic art but don’t try to replicate it! You will never paint the same bowl of fruit as Cézanne. Ask yourself what made this still life famous in the first place? That is what you should try to replicate, not the exact position of each piece of fruit.”“Bloody!” he said over my shoulder. “Are you a serial killer?” I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. So did Mary. “I fail to see the humor in that. You must have an unusual.