Damn art requirement and damn counselor who had realized I was missing it! I hate art. I can’t even draw stick figures well for goodness sake. I ha... figured my safest route was a class called ‘Art in Nature’. I love nature…plus it was reported to be a fluff class, easy A. As fate would have it, the professor I was expecting was replaced at the last minute. This was no longer a fluff class and I was just skating through by the skin of my teeth. The only thing saving me were things like learning. I am more interested in what you have been up to in my absence.” Maranga grinned. “Mostly fending off Brando with his ideas for improvements. He is quite taken with the possible uses of the wheel. He wants to talk with you about some of his experiments.”“Experiments next? What has the man been doing?”Unfortunately he has been listening to you. Every time you two get together, you talk about making things. The wheel is what excites him most.”“I thought he already knew about the wheel?”“About its. She gave a short gasp at a stranger's hand between her legs that only intensified her eager tongue fight with this guy. She raised her knee to give him better access and he was quick to take advantage of it. First one and then two of his fingers worked their way into my wife's spread pussy. She moaned in a way I knew so well and pulled him tighter, her mouth never leaving his. I could see her gently starting to rock against his hand. She was really turned on and to be honest I was too.She. "Who is it?" Dr. Wes." Come in, Dr."I walked in the room. She was still lying on her stomach, a big square under the blankets where her butt should be. "Boy, I'd sure like to get into your box." Ha, Ha. You'll be lucky if I let you visit Daisy for the next few days." Seriously. How do you feel?" I'm OK." Goddamnit Leslie, don't give me any bullshit. I just got chewed out for hurting you and I don't want any of that phony shit. How do you feel?" I'm sorry. My butt really hurts." How? I know I.