It was like a page from a Scouting catalog, showing all of the badges and awards a Scout could earn and then buy. I assumed a Scout couldn't just orde... them all without validation. There were many unfamiliar categories in business and art and science. Didn't the Scouts just do stuff like starting fires with two sticks and selling cookies? I looked up from the page. "What are these, Behind The Ballot and Textile Artist?" Politics and weaving. Scouting has many different opportunities for members. I had to hold her waist in case she bends too much or slips from the stairs above.For a moment, I could smell her sweet perfume and feel her soft hair on my cheek. She was saying something in Tulu, then excused herself, “Oh, sorry, you are not Kannadiga. Ok now tell me how to register for classes,” saying she led me to into the building.She was married for the last three years, and her husband had recently moved to Manipal as faculty. She was still applying for jobs and wanted to do a culinary. There is nothing better than the feeling of that first cock spreading you open and tingling all your nerves. From this position I could look sideways to the woman who had been feeling me. She was next to me resting on her forearms with her arse in the air. A guy was fucking her doggy style too. I looked around quickly. The action had all started and I was surrounded by about thirty people all fucking, sucking or rubbing someone. The guy fucking me was pacing himself, fucking slowly, and then. Talking with Mom, I realized, was just as much fun as chatting with Mary. Mom was equally smart, equally well-informed, and equally engaging."Your father will be home in a couple of hours," she said, and I realized it was after three in the afternoon. "Do you want to stay for supper?" No, Mom. I'd better get back to my apartment. Classes start again day after tomorrow, and I need to get some reading done." I didn't tell her that I wanted to emphasize that our time together was our time.