I don’t know if the boys were purposefully distracting me or just having fun. But my idea of trying to get some idea of where we were going by keepi...g track of the turns we made went right out the window as the boys toyed with my nipples and ran their hands up my thighs to tease the crotch of my panties.When dad finally parked the car I had no idea where we were or how long it had taken us to get there.I heard mom get out of the car. The rest of us sat quietly for a few minutes. I guess mom. They were clever and studious and were now beginning to attract attention from boys outside their little group, who wondered why the girls hung about with the "brainboxes". They did so because they appreciated boys with manners, who cared about their education, and could talk about something other than sport. Luke didn't try and delve too deep into the nature of their friendships. It just seemed the girls in his group of friends were happy to accept him for who he was and not what he was. But. Kathryn flashed the man a coy smile, bowing her head slightly, before brushing a few red locks of hair out of the way and slipping into the seat across. "Thank you. And whose pleasure am I..." she chewed on her lip briefly, "well, whose pleasure /am/ I?" the redhead's cheeks flushed just a little as she perused her client. His accent was East-coast American, as far as she could tell. He didn't seem the type to be a high-flying CEO, either, so she put him down as most likely a successful. Not a fan of aging? Boom, twenty-six forever. Gravity would prefer you stay on the ground? Fuck you Gravity, we're flying up in this bitch. Your neighbor somehow hasn't transformed into a snail yet? Well I hope he's ready for a one-way ticket to Snailsville, because that's where he's headed. And despite pouring over countless moldy tomes, swearing fealty to endless secret cults and who knows how many blood sacrifices, nothing has ever come of any of this rigorous inquiry besides allergy flare.