My father was a minister in the Anglican church – the Church of England – and he was there not so much as a missionary as to maintain the work the...missionaries had done and encourage the natives to continue in the church.” This was Dorothy speaking. She was my next door neighbor, and a bit of a sad case. Her husband had died the year before after a long illness and you could tell she was lonely. I had invited her in for a drink, because I hadn’t been there long and the only real contact we had. "So you're not in first year?" She followed my gaze and giggled. "Nope. Third." "I'm Enyo," I said, offering my hand. "Karen," she replied, shaking it. "Please have a seat." She closed her book and I saw the cover: the words Advanced Chemistry were printed across its top. "That's a lot of reading," I said after sitting down next to her. "Don't tell me about it," Karen replied with a nervous laugh. "When you're in third year things get really insane. First and second year are a joke. His hands slid the skirt up as his mouth fastened on her pussy bulge in her panties. He rubbed her pussy through the material that was quickly becoming wet. His hands snaked up and grabbed her panties and he pulled them down to her ankles in one quick movement. His fingers spread her pussy lips and his tongue found its mark on her clit instantly. Mandy threw her head back and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard. She loved the oral ministrations he was giving her. She watched, through hooded eyes,. As my breathing got back to normal I noticed that the clock read 8:55 pm. I was well over the half-hour allotted for dinner. I logged in at 9 pm. Fortunately, no traffic was waiting as I drove off into the cool night. I hoped that no one would resist arrest tonight as I was severely weakened for the rest of my shift.HORNY HELENASeveral days ago, I had worked an 11 pm to 7 am shift to cover for a friend on sick leave. It had been a terribly slow night and I had burned up too much fuel in the.