“No,” Magus said. “Sometimes I find the wrong person to be quite useful as well.”“I’ll have to take your word on that,” Karen said.Magus...said, “Well, I should let you get to work now.”“All right,” Karen said. She went into the office and noticed that there were now two desks in there. One desk had a stack of philosophy papers on it. She quickly figured out that was where her son worked based on his comments of the previous evening. The other desk had a stack of manila folders.She noticed that. I don't know right off the top of my head what to do about that. Mostly, they want it, sure, but they're embarrassed to tell even their friends." "Or if they do, their friends think they're lying." Yeah, the old 'one-upmanship' power trip. 'I fucked the foxiest chick in school' is answered by 'Oh, yeah! I fucked her and her sister!' I've heard those young studs talking. Hell, I remember how they -were when I was in school. You probably do, too. You're not that much older than I am." For the. I stood there now, very very nervous indeed, as this hot little red head, in her pink cardigan, white blouse and blue shirt reached out to me, and began undoing my jeans, before she pulled them open, and in front of the dean, in her office, my hard teen cock fell out, and then nervously Katie began wrapping her little panties around it.After what felt like an eternity, she was done, and let go of my hard cock now covered in her knickers, and stepped back, and then Mrs Woo stared at me. “I’ll miss this,” she said, staring up at the sky overhead.“Miss it?” I wondered.“I can’t stay here forever. It’s just a pause in my story. There’s still Italy. I need to see Tuscany and Rome. Venice. And then Zurich and Madrid and Barcelona…”Her words sounded wistful, though I couldn’t tell if that was at the idea of moving on or at the need to see more.“How much longer do I have you for?” I tried to keep my voice from mirroring what I felt at the thought of her leaving.“Don’t sound so sad!”.