.." he stopped to consider his words carefully. "I mean, it's fine."He was doing his best to stifle a giggle and look genuine. "Baby, youknow I'm goin... to be there to support you no matter what. I just didn'tknow you were into that kind of thing." He smiled warmly. "I'm glad youcan open up to me about it."Okay, that was a little weird. Was me wanting to wear a bra now like aguy crossdressing or something? Was this going to cause problems if Itried to wear cute clothes? I imagined all the weird. I peeled five pounds of potatoes, quartered them and put them in a bowl holding salted water. That went into the refrigerator. I set the giblets simmering in a pot with bay leaves and peppercorns. At three hours until noon I dropped the pudding bags into boiling water. The cold potatoes came out of the fridge to warm up. At about an hour before noon I started the oven and put the butter on serving plates. Sliced, peeled potatoes went into salted boiling water to cook. I beat the biscuits into. I have only kissed one girl in my life. She was a virgin by choice because she didn’t want the extra emotional feelings of having sex. She did admit she had kissed a few guys but never went farther than that. She had told me there were a few times she almost lost it but was able to stand up to her abstinence. She told me that she usually masturbated daily and sometimes more than that. Well, my watch just beeped on the hour and she wasn’t there. Fifteen minutes, I thought as I continued to. Another group were banging on about some theory of genetics, which I couldn't make head or tail of. Even the Professor didn't spend much time talking with me,"I must circulate, my dear boy. Keep my doxy entertained, there's a good fellow, you speak the same language!" and off he went circulating, the snobby old sod.His latest doxy, a striking red head, had all the attributes that the Prof looked for in his 'doxies'; firm out thrust tits, long legs, short skirts, and wide, fuckable mouths.Her.