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When she had more or less recovered, Kelly pulled me to my feet and again sank to her knees. It only took a few seconds and very light contact and I was shooting into her waiting mouth. The emotion, the sense of accomplishment, the feeling of intense, almost frantic love, were so strong my orgasm would have knocked me over had Kelly not been kneeling in front of me, her hands steadying me by grasping and holding my buttocks. As soon as I was finished filling her mouth she stood and faced me. I looked into her eyes. Those liquid brown eyes that had always reduced me to a blithering idiot. "I love you, graduate!" she whispered, and then she kissed me. My mouth still held her semen and her mine. As our tongues entwined and our loads intermingled, the tears came to my eyes as I realized once more just how special was this beautiful creature that I called my lover. When the contents of our mouths were thoroughly mixed, we broke the kiss and swallowed in unison. I thought once more, free mature just doesn't get any better than this! We had to spend a fair bit of time cleaning up our gowns before we slept that night, but no matter, we knew we wouldn't sleep anyway. And when we were finally with our classmates waiting for the speeches to be over so we could receive our diplomas, Kelly and I were both feeling that wonderful post-anal-sex glow. I seriously doubt that anyone who looked very carefully would not know what had happened only hours before. "Geesh, you guys!" Robbie exclaimed when she arrived at 9:00 the next morning, "What'd you two do, fuck all night? It smells like a whorehouse in here!" "Dunno what you're talking about," I answered, at which Kelly got a serious case of the giggles, which quickly spread to me.