"Listen to this, and when we meet we'll really have something to discuss." Bring her back Sunday afternoon before the boys get back," she snapped, "An... be prepared to talk. I'm sick of being constantly put off."And she turned and swept out, slamming the door behind her. Greta emerged from 'her' bedroom."What's going on Dad?" Mum is annoyed with me because I won't talk to her now. I'm going to talk with her on Sunday."She was satisfied with that. "Dad, we don't have to do anything. I've got my. .. ugh, I hate those... and I hate when the profs pretend we don't have other classes besides theirs. But it's important to not let my mind wander.And I just realize that I am getting long winded... perhaps I should get to the point of this Dear Diary entry...It turns out Bean was a senior too... in high school. He started taking college courses online, and was now a senior in college at the same time he was a senior in high school. This year his parents bought him a car, and now he can come. We found him waiting in the toilet. He locked the door as soon as we were inside, then pulled me to himself and started kissing me passionately. I hiked my skirt up and put his hand on my pussy. He took the hint and started finger fucking me. Meanwhile, said Angie, I got on my knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, and fished his cock out. He was already highly aroused. I took his cock into my mouth and he pushed it right down my throat. I swallowed when I felt him in my throat and he lost. “Ha! Mon-pee-tit! I love it! I’ve never heard my name butchered so funnily before! Wait until I tell my wife that she is my pee tit! She’ll either laugh or slug me!” he quipped back in perfect English with just a tiny hint of an accent, chuckling heartedly as he did so.“Sorry!” I said abashedly. “I meant no offense!”“None taken! That was the highlight of what has been an otherwise dull day so far! So how may I be of help?” he asked, clearly still amused at my severe lack of linguistic.