He must have had the same idea, since he met me outside the men’s room and led me out to his work van. We went down to the nearest mall and had lunc... at an Applebee’s. It was pretty cool to sit there and have a civilized meal, without worrying about rushing through, even if all I had was a chicken salad and iced tea. I don’t really remember all we talked about, but it wasn’t about work. He asked me about myself and what I did and where I went to school and what I wanted to do and all sorts of. He continued to gently cleanse Kendra's sex, carefully trading its contents with his own saliva until he could no longer could taste her musk. He then moved his attention to her matted pubic hair, licking and sucking away any traces of semen there, and then finished with a thorough tonguing of her inner thighs and the clefts of her shapely buttocks."You should get on top Kendra, so that I can do a better job", he announced, hoping onto the bed on his back, erection pointing skyward. Kendra. He grins to himself by his thought 'She looks like my doctor would prescribe me as an alternative to taking any blue pills: short blonde hair, blue eyes, fine face, tasty tiny titties I seem to see with my mental x-ray specs' ... I'd love to have the time to undress her further with my eyes experienced in stereometry.Professor Peter Poet notices a special shine in her eyes expressing some long longing for lust and a fire, which has been burning long without proper extinguishing by an erotic. And all you have to do is defend your dissertation.’ ‘I don’t have to do any work or study or anything?’ asked Jeff. ‘You just have to follow the strictest standard available: do what you think you should.’ He got that right. There might be people who groused about how Jeff did things or how it made other people feel when he did things his way, but he had no harsher critic than himself. ‘We’ve assembled your committee and I’m afraid here again you’ve gone beyond expectations. We have all read.