“Robertson?” It was another student from the back of the class.“Yes?”“There is a guy at the door asking for you. You’d better go and see w...at he wants.”“Right. Thanks, John.”The other student was impressed that Reg recognised him. That wouldn’t have happened a few months ago when they first started. Reg at that time ignored practically everyone, and knew no-one’s name.Reg made his way quietly up to the back, where he recognised the man as Frank Dawson, whom he had met with the Special Branch. It never looked comfortable to me, and I remember a friend of mine once remarking, "If you can see what's going on, then it ain't eatin' pussy!"Well, this obvious WAS "eatin' pussy," as Leonard's head worked up and down between his wife's outspread thighs. "Lick it. Lick my vagina. Lick the inner walls. Taste me. Taste my woman-flavor. Lick the labia good. Now, lick my clitoris, but LIGHTLY! Lightly."As her husband ate her out, she teased and pulled at her nipples, her face in a contortion of. After that, I will see. Even if I join them, that doesn’t mean I will stay with them. We might click or might not,” I shrugged, “It’s too early to tell. Just like the two that we hope to join us. We won’t know until we meet them and do a few runs together.”“If you leave us behind, you won’t want to go with us anymore.” And off she went crying. There wasn’t any slamming of doors behind Nat, just silence from the girls’ room.“Until you graduate, we are mostly limited with the number of days and. She fluttered her lashes after they were firmly in place and applied more mascara. She loved the glam look of these super long lashes with the overdone expansive use of eye shadow. More than any other aspect of her expertly applied make-up, the look she had applied to her eyes said “dominant bitch whore” and that is the look she wanted to convey. She was in charge. She applied some red powder to her cheeks to complete her face.Cortney then examined her wigs to see which would be the look.