“Okay, sure, fine. It’s a fool’s errand, I’m afraid.”She will need your full name and birthdate. She’d also like the same for your dad, an... your mom’s maiden name and dates.“Can I put that into an email for you?”That would be great, Kit. What do you know about your family?“Not much. We don’t talk about it ... due to how my grandfather died.” Kit drew in a breath. “My grandfather was drafted into the VietNam war, early... 1965 or so. He spent a tour, re-enlisted ... He was badly injured in 1969. She waited until all her classmates left. “Finally... This is it,” she thought. "What can I do for you Elisabeth?" “Sir, I was having some problems with our assignment for next week.” "What exactly seems to be the problem?" Liz sat down and opened her book. She was smart enough to know the correct way to approach the problems, so she pretended to do it the wrong way. He gave her some guidance and she solved the problems correctly this time. “Good job, Elisabeth!” he said proudly, while he. " I said to him. "Make me a Rodeo slut again." I turned back to sucking his now semi hard cock as I felt another hand fill out my asshole and a cock slide into my hungry, dripping pussy. Again, I let my body ragdoll as he used my holes. I was a sweating, cum leaking mess when I rolled over to see Kait looking down at me in absolute surprise."Holy fucking fuck, Suzanne!" She exclaimed."Wh-wh-what's wrong?" I asked, my voice and body both shaking uncontrollably."Wrong?!" She said in complete. “Shit, do you do it on purpose?” He asked, making no attempt to hide his own lechery. “No! What do you mean?” I asked, with a flutter of my eye lashes. He shook his head and gave me a warm smile. “I was wondering,” he said. “It’s my birthday on Wednesday, I’m having a few drinks. You’re welcome to come." “Ah thanks Steve. It was mine last week.” “Oh you never said!” “I know, sorry,” I said, feeling guilty not inviting him to my drinks do. “I would of got you a card.” “Would have, Steve!” He.