I'll have an honours degree and that will mean more in the future than a three-year plus a certificate or diploma." Makes sense." But there's one big ...roblem: I won't be able to do a course-equivalent at the Gallery. I'll need to take courses each semester. The Calendar says: 'The Art History honours year comprises two semester-long units of study and a thesis of 15,000 -18,000 words in length.'" I see. Have you spoken to Winnie yet?" No. Nor to my advisor here. I thought I'd try to talk to. I placed my face very close to her pussy. I tickled it with the tip of tongue and she wriggled her body out of ecstasy. I opened her pussy by holding the two lips with my thumb. I licked from bottom to top several times along the pink path. I pinched the clit. My tongue is moving deeper and deeper. She was moaning like ohhhhhh. Haaaaaaaaa… And she was pressing my head towards her pussy. I was licking the pussy like fucking it with small jerks on clitoris. I could feel the aroma of her pussy out. And Mom's helping out.”“Your mother's my slave-whore now!” Dad growled.“So you know what she's been up to,” Faizel grinned. “Good, I want her at my next gangbang!”“Yes!” grunted Daddy.He slammed my asshole down his cock. I took him to the hilt again. My bowels clenched about his dick. Velvety heat burned through my nethers, heating my pussy. More of my juices poured into Mom's mouth as Daddy grunted.“My little flower!”His cum pumped into my asshole. I groaned in delight, a third orgasm bursting. Sleep came almost as quickly as she had. ~ • ~Classes began in two days, and Ivy felt somehow more prepared than she had before. Assimilating into the culture here had been… easier than she expected. In fact, she thought it might even be easy enough to keep up. As long as nobody found out she didn’t practice their religion or any other. At least until she proved herself invaluable to the team.Everything was coming together for Ivy. It seemed like she was making friends. Her coach seemed to be a.