“I mean Diane, of course.”“What’s poor about Diane?”“She’s madly head-over-heels in love with Steve Chamberlain ... but won’t admit it... even to herself... Particularly to herself!”“But...” I protested, “Look at what she said ... The way she acted...”“Men!” she exclaimed scathingly. (This is something I’ve never understood, nor been able to emulate: The particular note of disgust women — all women — seem to be able to obtain with that single word.)“But...” I repeated.“Darling, you just don’t get. That girl deserved a good talking to. You did exactly the rightthing." "Then you aren't angry that I dismissed her without your leave?" "Ann..." The old lady set down her newspaper. "Not only am I not angryabout it, I applaud it." She looked on Burt sternly. "When you came herea week ago I saw that you had gone completely to seed, most likely fromspending too long associating with the lower orders." "I'm so sorry grandmamma--" Let me speak child!" Burt closed her mouth and sat rigid, chastened.. “Sure, I’d love help. But the other people in the library might get disturbed.”“Hmm, ok. Some other time then.”We got back to our respective tables and started working again. I didn’t know about Shweta, but now I was more bored than ever, and my sums looked more and more confusing. I struggled, and suddenly found Shweta at my side.“Scoot over, please. I can’t take that useless crap anymore. I’ll help you with that math.”I moved over, but she sat very close to me, closer than it was comfortable,. The pleasure was immense! I held his head as he continued eating my pussy. I moaned in delight at every lick and kiss. I came a little. He looked up at me smiling. Stood up, scooted me back onto the bed and lowered his body onto mine. He playfully rubbed his cock between my legs; and then, here it was, I could feel his throbbing head at my entrance. He stared deep into my eyes as he plunged his cock into my pussy. I let out a moan. He started out teasing me, pulling out and plunging back in. Oh.