She has been acting strange for a while, but nothing like this. I just have a feeling it has more to do with her mum. Maybe I’m over thinking it?”...I admit, feeling stupid. “You over think something? No, not you. You don’t do that kind of stuff!” She giggles, I can’t help but smiling. “Okay, yes, I over think everything, but something is telling me there is more to it.” “Look, give her some time. Talk to her when she comes home. That is really all you can do. Hey, Mike is taking the kids to. May could see the juice about to drip from Katrina's pussy and was about to lift her head up and taste her when Katrina decided that she waited long enough and sat on Mays face giving her no other option then to start licking her sweet pussy. May couldn't deny how fucking delicious Katrina's pussy was, she tried to let all this slip her mind and tried to just focus on the task at hand, she could hate her self all she wanted when there wasn't a beautiful dripping pussy in her face. May couldn't. It always seemed to be busy trying to escape the long braid down her back as it had when they were up on the observation deck. He had seen her up in the diner with her friends but hadn’t dared to approach her again.She had some weird effect on his libido whenever he was near her. He thought back to when he had first met her at the meeting. She had affected him even then. It was those magnetic eyes and the way they had bored into his. He even remembered the feel of her eyes as he had walked up. It wasn’t full, meaning I needed to take her shopping, sooner or later.We also shared the queen bed, as Mom asked us to turn on some music when we wanted to ‘Put Seabiscuit on the track’ to use her expression.I found it invigorating to go into Dad’s work area and start painting again. I got my degree in Art Appreciation, and I had my schoolbooks at the ready. It seemed so very intimidating!Within a month I was ready to have my first showing. Pat Lovell from a nearby art gallery, came by to see.