I didn’t say anything to Madison about it. I told her I was going to put my things away, wash up a bit and then be back to give her a hand with anyt...ing she needed in the kitchen.Upon returning to the kitchen she told me to have a seat, as everything was about ready. She had taken the two bottles of wine that I had purchased out of the packaging and had set them on the counter."Which one shall we open first, Jack?" Do you think that you should be drinking wine?"She smiled. "Of course, why not? . I eased her to the carpet in the middle of my office, stretching out alongside so I could continue exploring her mouth with my tongue while my hands roamed over her body.My lips left hers to trail down her neck to the tops of her flaunted tits, my right hand sliding back over her ass and down to the backs of her thighs, now exposed by her hiked-up dress, getting my second pleasant surprise of the night when I encountered bare flesh and realized she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose.She. "I'm MORE than a sexual object. I have a BRAIN, pig!"I was in terror of hearing that line.In truth, I never had any trouble in getting along with women at an intellectual level. I remember talking practically all night to a beautiful blond student who told me all about her job as a masseuse. She even invited me for a free private massage but I was still too scared of making a 'mistake.'Anyway, I called home to tell my mum I wasn't going to be home for dinner. Surprisingly she was quite happy. He had been on the school newspaper at high school. He's going to specialize in economics — he's even going to be in my section. We had a good time over lunch, I was hungry and I ate a good one. He seemed surprised."Why shouldn't I eat a good lunch?" Most of the girls I know won't eat in public. They think it makes them look greedy. Then they go off and gobble up junk food and wonder why they get pimples." I'm used to working hard and eating good meals. I don't get pimples. What's the matter.