Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she accompanied me back to my place of work. I thought this slightly unusual, since she had neve... before expressed an interest in my work (electronic engineering), but it didn't occur to me that she had something planned.We arrived at my workbench, where I'm currently trying to figure out why the $&%@*! board on which I'm working is not performing the way I designed it. "Is this where you work?" she asked. "At the moment," I replied.I. I assured her that I’d let them talk after they finished if she did an excellent job.I gave them the order once their noses were in the bowl. My mom had to reach up and push Tiffany’s face into the messy oat-goo. It was disgusting looking, and it smelled worse. My sister groaned in disgust and ate gingerly.“Take bigger bites, cunt,” my mom huffed her food down like it was the most delicious cake she had ever eaten.“This hot garbage is nasty!” Tiffany complained as she inhaled the disgusting. "Wendy," she replies holding out her hand. You take it in yours and kiss the knuckles. Her cheeks redden more than you've ever seen before."So she likes gallantry from men AND women," you think to yourself. "You said your meeting your boyfriend?" you ask aloud now. "Oh, um, yeah." She is really flustered. "I'm sure that he's looking around for some trunks to come in. He's always strictly on time though, so it is a bit weird that he's half an hour late."Half an hour, how long were you in that. She poured some wine, very avant garde for the time and I remember not thinking much of it, and we sat on the sofa and listened to the record. Kate was slightly shorter than me, she had what would be called a slightly pear-shaped figure but in an erotic not derogatory way – more that her breasts were quite small whereas her hips were pronounced. She wore a cheesecloth skirt that I will never forget and a long-sleeved tee-shirt. We chatted away drinking the wine and listening to the music until,.