O'Brien seemed to have no regard for any of Lindsey's attributes outside of her skull. Lindsey herself was satisfied that her academic career was prog...essing so well. Dr. O'Brien was happy to have a home cooked meal in his stomach and that the last six months had actually been productive.The next morning Lindsey came over to find piles of papers scattered across both their desks and a grumbling Dr. O'Brien seated on the floor, sorting through more papers."My apologies, Ms. Dunham; you will find. Last week you didn't make it in time;that happens to lots of people."I told her about this morning and, because she asked, I told her aboutthe times it happened last year, and the times with number two too, likewhen I was driving down here from my old town.She said, "People have more accidents like that than you think, JB. Youthink that you have more because it is only your own that you knowabout. Maybe you do have a hard time holding it for a very long time,but that doesn't make you a baby.. He stood at about five feet seven inches, and was slightly overweight."Nothing, sir," Evan replied, walking through the doors, an almosttangible viridescent aura of hatred around his being. "We were justleaving." With that said, he and Stitch left and went to their classes."What was that all about, Cal?" Sandvik asked curiously as he led theminto classroom G1. "It looked like you and James were going to get intoa fight there..." Ah, Stitch has always been a bit touchy about how women treat. I could smell her juices, which made my own pussy soaking wet. I sucked at her cunt lips, parting them with my tongue. Her moans filled my ears before her thighs tightened around my head, her fingers tangling themselves in my hair as her cunt rode my face. I licked and sucked at her lips and clit before shoving my long writhing tongue into her, enjoying the taste of her arousal. But my efforts to clean her of her own juices were counterproductive; each stroke of my tongue brought more flooding.