Nothing to report. We're meeting again, later in the week. Bye!"She hung up! Damn, the woman loved to tease me. Oh, I could call back, and she'd strin... it out a little, but I knew Betsy wouldn't have anything more significant to tell me, and I knew she wanted me to call back, just for the satisfaction. So, reluctantly, I let it pass.Four days later, she called me again -- in my office at the University. "How'd you know to call me here?" I asked."I didn't. I tried the house, and your cell phone,. He was a younger version of Daddy, handsome and strong, his hair blue and he had blond hair instead of dark. I shivered. “I love his cum, but there’s something else I’m hungering for.”“What?” Mom asked.“Your pussy!” I moaned. “I want to eat your pussy again! Mmm, I want to eat you all up. I want to lick your cunt!” “And what’s your brother going to do?” Mom asked.“Oh, I’m sure Sean will think of something,” I said, bounding to my feet, my breasts bouncing. “He’s creative. He’ll figure out some. When we got home neither one of us felt like fixing a meal so we just nibbled snack food as we chatted and sipped our drinks. Wine coolers are sneaky and it wasn't long before she had a pretty good buzz going and was asking me why guys had to be such jerks."Really Kyle, It's like every guy I've dated has some kind of mental timetable that starts with a goodnight kiss on the first date and has him taking my pants off on date ten or twelve. I'm not a prude. I enjoy making out with a guy once I. Oh, and by the way, I still call my mother a girl even to this day.My photography hobby had taken off to the point where it was becoming more like a business. Word of mouth advertising really worked because I had a steady stream of subjects to photograph. The cheerleaders all wanted 8 by 10 glossies of them in their uniforms. A couple of the older girls even wanted some racy shots for their boyfriend's birthday presents. I had to be very discrete to make sure none of them could be considered.