“I think it would probably be easier if I did the squeezing the thingy.” Cathy said. I was surprised, I had expected her to leave as soon as she d...livered the sample.“Are you sure you want to be that involved?” Mandy asked her.“Well I think it seems right, everyone in the family is involved with making this baby,” She grinned, “I guess I just want to pump up my part, if you’ll excuse the expression.”We both groaned at the bad joke. As Cathy clutched the bulb I positioned my self at the entrance. I was thinking that they might reduce my share of the blame by confirming that you weren't a good lover. Every damn one of them failed to give me that excuse. They all thought you were great." "Wait a minute. Are you saying that they gave you some sort of rating on me?" "Something like that. They gave feedback. The point is, they were appreciating what I was failing to appreciate. You were a desirable lover. I didn't send pros to you. I sent women who compared you to their own husband, and to. Cameron!” I stuttered. “What are you doing in here??” I asked. “I heard someone moaning, like they were in pain.” She said, sounding like she knew something we didn’t. “Really?” I said trying not to look guilty. Jay, Kyle and I looked nervously at each other.About a minute of awkward silence. “Tell you what, Jerry.” Mrs. Cameron started. “Please Mrs. Cameron, can you call me ‘Jer’?” I said to her. “Ok. Then tell you what, Jer, if...you can do a little something for me...” She said, slowly. My tutor was a lady called Miss Anne Stratton,she was a good teacher around the same age as my mother about 46, she was also in great shape for a woman of her age and would often put most of us to shame during classes, i didn't know a great deal about her only that she lived alone not far from the college.It was around this time that i had started to skip classes because of the constant jibes from my fellow classmates regarding my large tits, i had decided to skip class on one particular.