Her summer dress slipped back over her hips and exposed her closely cropped red haired beaver. Oh my god - no panties, no stockings no nothing. My jea...s were getting soaked. I asked her if she had forgotten to put something on this morning and she said no. She took them off before coming down to see me. i set her up on my desk in front of me and pulled the top of her dress aside and slipped my hand inside her white lace support bra. Her nipple was screaming out my name and i devoured it rolling. We were both in the University Theatre Department. I was there to perfect my craft and emerge the next Dame Judi. He was there to revolutionize technical design and theatre management. We both fell a bit short of our dreams, but we always joked that we weren't dead yet--so who knows what could still happen?That became our catch phrase. When I'd fuck up an audition and convince myself my career was over, he'd tell me, "Lucy! It's not over. Stop playing dead!"That was back when I was Lucy. I. " He's not a great conversationalist at the best of times," observed Tim and chuckled to take the sting out of his comment."No but it was a sulky silence. Harriet was his guest and we pinched her."Tim said nothing. He thought it the wiser option."I really am fed up with him. We do nothing together. As long as he's fed and watered that's it. He shows no interest in anything I do and, I have to admit, I'm not much interested in anything he does." I'm sorry."Henrietta moved closer and looked up at. The elevator stopped and Tommy ran after his mother, who had not yet even checked to see if he was following her. Before he left sight, though, he looked back at Katie and smiled. We stepped off the lift and walked out of the building before we said anything to each other. "Am I a pedophile?" Katie asked."What? No!" I'm not so sure. You were talking about fetishes and I just got really turned on from that kid looking at my pussy. What if I am a pedophile?" Did you want to fuck Tommy?" I asked.