”“How did you get the name Ek?”“My mother was illiterate and had half her tongue bit off by a drunken trapper. It was the best that the nurse ...ould make out.” The burly professor shrugged, long used to the name and explanation.Thursday afternoon, Cat ran back in the lab from across the hall where she was repeatedly filling the black board and erasing it. “Stop.” she called out.“Don’t bother with that one. Rerun the HoYb-Fl4 and clean the lenses again. I think we have a contaminate. If it’s not. Confusion etched across my face as we neared my parent's bedroom.We stopped in the open doorway, the white and beige sheets of the king size bed glowing faintly in the middle of the room."This isn't your room, is it little girl? The pink door was your room, wasn't it?"My reply was once again muffled, but my nod was a clear confirmation of his assumption. He made no attempt of heading back to my room, instead he lifted my struggling body and roughly threw me onto the silky sheets. I had no time. She wore one of my button up shirts tied off just across her amble and natural perfect breast. Her nipples pressed little tents in the thin fabric leaving no doubt there was no bra. Below the shadow of her breast her flat stomach and womanly hips barely held up her little sun skit. At thirty two she looks twenty and still the sexiest woman I know.“Trudy”, Bobby chimed in. “If Eric does not get past you, and play golf, he could die, seriously, die of golf withdraw”. I looked at Bobby and said. Ram removed his hands from my breasts hastily. Suddenly, just as I thought he would be pushing me away again, he hugged me much stronger and harder than what I did. His lips pressed hard against my neck and his hands reached to my back and held my butt. I felt his manhood hard, thrusting at me as it brushed against my crotch. We remained in the hug for a few moments before we heard my husband stepping inside the house. I was sure that Ram was as disappointed as I was. Both of us rushed out of.