‘I should be apologizing to you. I thought I was teasing you. Americans aren’t supposed to be good a cycling! They all drive cars and never exerci...e. You had to go and pull a David Millar on me!’ ‘Figures you would pick a British cyclist!’ he roared in laughter, and she began to chuckle as well. ‘What I did was more of a Jacky Durand, you know, pulling away from the pack on a long and unadvised escape. Hey, we Yanks can bike, or have you let Lance slip your mind?’ She had managed to pull. I joined in the conversation. “So, Honey? Is this a good time to get started?”Kathy smiled at me, “Yep! Now is good!”I kissed my way up her smooth legs, and settled in to her sex, nuzzling her folds and kissing her center. Extending my tongue, I ran up one side, then the other, of her flower, eliciting a hum from my wife. She pulled me back, and directed Brent, “Now, why don’t you show us you know your way around a kitty, hmmm?”He moved directly in for a lick, and began to rub his nose on. I'd hardly settled down when a mature student that I knew slightly came in and received the same information concerning Dr. Graham's availability. He decided to wait too and gave me a standard greeting, "Morning Derek, how's it going?" and I gave the usual reply, "Not so bad, Rod, and you?"In my early days at the university I'd met him at a few lectures and knew he was a graphic arts student who'd worked in industry for many years and now wanted to get qualifications in the newer computer. Eve carefully pried the sheetrock away and removed an old metal band-aid box and replaced the makeshift door. Making herself comfortable on the couch she opened the box and found what she was looking for. Two joints that were vacuum sealed in plastic. His ’emergency stash’ as he liked to joke about it. Eve reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled her lighter out and tore at the plastic with her teeth. She lit up one of the joints and placed the other back in the can. Not much else to do.