I was quite dissapointed as I did not get to do my project with my friends.We hadnt had much interaction before. So the days pass by and we didnt paid...much attention to our project work. But then the day of project submission came near.It was just a week before the project that I asked Sexy about the project and he said hes working on it the next day he came to me saying that he need to discuss something regarding the project and i asked him that wee can do it after the class.our class got over. We had a good time. You kissed me on the cheek and let me go about my day.Two days later we did it again.It came to be our irregular routine. Your schedule not allowing you to be around in the early afternoon every day. A couple times a week, the holes in your itinerary let you come to me. Sometimes just to chat, usually to fill my daily break. Always to leave me with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to do it again soon.I'd have been content to live on those promises.But everything must. His mother and Fawn were lovely enough to grace any magazine. In fact, both of them appeared even more beautiful to him than those unavailable centerfolds.He scratched his balls again.There would be no problem if he dropped down there and shoved his cock into either of those cunts. Both cunts were hot and always very wet, he knew. Neither his mother nor Fawn would complain if he fucked one--or both--of them right now.His mother's clothing and Fawn's robe were scattered about the living room,. "Apricot," Mom said to me, "sometimes, you need to talk to us about things, even if it's uncomfortable. But you seem to have a hold of ... to be hand ... you seem to be dealing with this fine on your own. So we don't need to talk about it tonight." Cool," I said. We then talked about the sort of stuff we talk about when I'm not in the Program. I preferred this talk. This was when I thanked them for the pumpkin soup."You can have it all week, if you like," Dad assured me."I ... I don't know. Can.