After Jack left, Mike, Bill and Wolf showed up at the gym, and we did our passing drills. I showed them some of the new things Bo wanted us to work on... I also talked to them about my speed coach. Bill gave us all a ride home. He dropped me off at the Anderson's. Mrs. A had been feeding me lunch and then I would hang out with Beth. While there, I would swim laps and relax. I think Mom still thought someone had to watch me over the summer. For me it was a win-win. I got fed, and then I was able. Why? That I hoped to find out soon. Who? Probably Irish. Probably Catholic. Get ready to say grace again. Funny how I had not considered her faith earlier. But by that point in my semester, in my education, I didn’t really care so much. I toyed with the idea of confessing my lack of belief, but wondered how to casually slip that into conversation. “Oh, I’d love another mini quiche, thank you so much, and by the way, I don’t believe in God.” That sounded slightly (but not much) better than. Nan made coffee and at his insistence sat on his lap in her chair opposite the comatose Micky. He said he wanted to “chat before he fucked her again….!” He was nothing if not direct. She grinned, not in the least put off by his crudity, saying that “he was welcome”, then kissing him passionately before passing him his coffee from the table with the comment “what`s on your mind?” He started by asking “well I want to know about what think you need from the relationship your about to enter?” That. Her G-spot was a noticeable bump, nicely smooth. When I say noticeable, I could feel it, but Tess practically jerked sway. This was too good to pass up. I thumbed her asshole while stroking the G-spot then trilled her clit with my tongue. Boom goes the dynamite.I have had louder reactions, but not often, and those girls were screamers to start with. Tess is quiet as a mouse at a cat show. It was intensely flattering. It would have felt better, but I had an itch that had not been scratched, yet..