"So far. He can't bring himself to call me Andy and you will always be Miss Alexander I suspect." Only for a while," she said, poking me in the ribs w...th her elbow. "How about that. A real southern gentleman." And here's you, hookin' up with a nawthener," I drawled."I refuse to call it 'hooking up, '" she said indignantly.The time was rushing by at break-neck speed as we hurried to get the equipment installed and begin the training. It was just as well the pouch machine hadn't arrived yet as we. What was it between these two? I thought to myself. Any other woman would have me by the balls and saying I had to choose or else. These two were treating it like it was some kind of competition, who could fuck the best, and I was just the meat stick in the middle."We will see about that," Monica said as she looked at me. "You can go now."There it was, just like Rachelle this morning, after I had cum between her tits, she shooed me off. Monica was doing the same thing. She adjusted herself then. . Ronnie. Hed seen me come down from the house alone, and thought I might want company, or someone to keep me safe — yeah, he was doing a real good job of that so far… He was in his jeans, and had taken off his shirt and socks. I grabbed my towel, and dried his head and chest for him. — Oh God he was pretty in the daylight. And then I covered my bosom with the towel.. I was a big girl. Some would even call me fat. I didnt want him to see me in the daylight. Soon, though, he took the towel off. What about you guys?" Yeah, me too. I think I'm addicted," Terri said."Well, not so much for me," Cynthia said, "but, yeah, when I don't have a guy I'm fucking on a regular basis.Then a thought occurred to Cynthia, "Wait a minute, brainiac," she said to Terri, "you're taking that math for geniuses class, aren't you?" Stop it, Cynthia. I'm just good at math. I'm not genius.”"Yeah, well, whatever. But doesn't Professor Reynolds, the hottie professor, teach that class? God, how do you.