I indian had never sprinkled salt on my caramel sundry and have no idea why I did at this time, but with the first taste I said aloud, "What's this?" I took another bite, savoring it in my mouth. It was sweeter, colder, and creamier; but it tasted like it was flavored with pussy juice. And it gave me a hard-on. When I finished my caramel sundry, I checked the clock. Andrea was not due to arrive for more than an hour, so I thought of beating-off. I had not had to do so in a while. I stood, lowered my pajamas bottoms, and sat my bare butt on the throw pillow that Mary had put on the chair for my comfort. My dick was oozing so much precum that I did not need desi any spittle to lube him up. I decided this was for release rather than pleasure, so I gripped tight and picked up a rapid rhythm. My balls were just drawing up like they do when I am about to cum when the door opened. Caught, I thought as I instinctively tried to cover up. It was Andrea, carrying her bookbag. "Oh John! Should you be doing that?" Although I really wanted to finish myself off, I asked, "What do you mean?" "'Cause mom blames herself for your relapse, 'cause she fucked you before you were totally well." "Well, I am totally well and ready to blow now," I informed her. "Oh my..." she said as she dropped her bookbag and rushing to kneel in front of me. "Let me," she insisted as she brushed my hand away. She wrapped her tiny hands around my dick and lowered her lips to slurp up the fresh precum. She removed her hands as she lowered her mouth over him. She pleasure-moaned as she took him deep. With the first swallow I felt the first surge building. Just as she pulled off the first surge of cum hit. Normally this would have been when she would inhale and she might have gagged, but instead she repeatedly swallowed and pulled off and swallowed without breathing between swallows. It was fantastic as I emptied my balls. As soon as she knew I was finished, she stood and kissed me. I could taste the salty sweetness of my cum as our tongues danced. Too soon she broke the kiss to announce, "No more chicken soup." "No more chicken soup," I repeated as I glanced at the clock. I asked, "How come you are so early?" "Mom called our chemistry teacher and persuaded him to excuse me from class to come and tutor you. She even picked me up and drove me here, dropping me off just now. You know her last words to me were, 'Now don't pester him for cum. You are here to teach him chemistry.'" "Well, you taught me the chemistry of cum. That is, if I don't eat chicken soup, my cum doesn't taste like chicken soup," I added as I pulled up my pajamas bottoms. She agreed and proceeded to get out our books and for the next hour we concentrated on classroom chemistry. She also tells you a secret, she fell for Katrina long time ago, but Katrina doesn't know anything about it, she also likes your another sister very much too. “You're a woman, Siona!” Natti moaned. I can’t believe all that has happened. Now... about that trainer what did he exactly told you?". Roadblocks had been set up on all streets, and every carriage was being searched down indian to the rivets. Chloe?” Even in a fantasy she struggled to turn off her brain. Maybe it migrated here or maybe it’s always been here, hiding, sleeping. She doesn't have to die a virgin. Because she no longer had legs that she could spread, the angle desi of exposure had changed for easy access. “I probably didn’t know seventy-five percent of the people in The Den this morning, but I’ll bet that almost all of them know who I am. This helps other people find it, as stories are listed by rating as the default. "Uh hu," Molly said "I'm fine. We downloaded the entire set.