”He kissed her lips again. “That’s two.”“Ah… Let me think… Milan Kundera?”“Give me two more names and I’ll make you happy.”“Le... me think again… Ah… No. I guess, that’s it. I’m sorry, I’m so dumb. I failed you again.”“No, Katy, you didn’t. I want you to continue reading at home.”She nodded biting her lip.“Good girl,” he grinned unzipping her tight black skirt.He slowly pulled down her skirt until it fell down on the floor.“Now sit on your desk and spread your legs,” he whispered pulling down her. I stood up and walked in front of him. I took off my pantie and cleaned my wet pussy with it. I did 2 squats in front of him seductively to tease him. I slapped him hard and asked him to follow me.I walked in front. My round ass and wheatish buttocks swayed in front of him. With every step, my boobs wiggled and a drop trickled from my pussy.I walked to the fridge and took out some chocolates. I took out some nice round chocolate balls and sat on the bed. “Come up, cunt” I ordered.Rohan climbed. As Michael got closer, he could see that the cool breeze invited her nipples to point at him. But that wasn’t what got his attention. What got his attention was her face. It was Lucy — his Lucy. And though his arms were exhausted, though his muscles cried out as if he had thrown 150 pitches, he rotated the oars as fast as he could. His boat bumped over the waves, toward the rocks. ‘Lucy! Lucy!’ The mermaid Lucy quit combing her hair. He fumbled toward her. ‘Lucy…’ Tears tore at his throat. Now. Hehas taken up cooking and house cleaning and laundry and maybe he couldstay in camp and take care of it for you men while you're out fishingand have your meals ready when you get back, the dishes done and allyou know. I know you men don't like to do those things anyway." You got that right Jane, we hate doing dishes and cleaning up butGeorge was always the worst at it so what's happened that that's allchanged?" Well you see Derrick, a friend of mine offers course for men likeGeorge to help.