.so that's what we did.They'd organise the seating,the food,even cook the food,all we had to do was buy a new fridge to hold beers,wine,and sodas for ...he k**s.But I came home one night and found Lucy in tears..and it took me ages for her to tell me what had happened.Carol wanted to change her dress after she'd spilled coffee on hers,so we went to my wardrobe to pick something out for her.She looked in yours as I left to take a phone call..and it was obvious to her that the clothes were. ”“Fair enough. Have you thought of your Christmas present for her?”“Thought about? Yes. Decided? no.”“Well, probably it is wiser to shop up here for someone who lives on campus. You’ve shipped off your presents to California?”“Yeah. I’m a responsible adult, you know.”“That’s three separate issues. Are you responsible? Often. Are you an adult? Not yet. Do I know? Really, do you need to ask? I remember the Andy whose diapers I used to change. I accept my children’s limitations. My children might. This was not a typical assignment. They don’t teach you how to deal with serial snuff films in the academy. A few days ago, Dean brought me into his office and said I’d be working with him for the next few weeks.It seemed like an honour at the time. He told me, ?You won’t like this one, so get any ideas of fun out of your head right now. I picked you because you’re the smartest woman here, but I picked you mostly because you’re a woman.?It seemed like an insult at the time.The job was, we had. The slightest hint of pre-cum glimmered at the head of his shaft and it seemed that Tabby’s curiosity could be held back no more, comically still wearing her cat ears, although they had been knocked askew. She suckled the tip of his length into her mouth curiously, taking more and more, feeling out the shape of him with her lips and tongue as his tongue lolled out, panting heavily. It was more than he had had in many months, many months indeed, and there was something about her that made him.