“Wow,” she said, looking at the space. “Who decorated?”“I did.”“Wow again.” She looked at my ‘history wall’, my life in pictures. ...y childhood. A few from Carnival, from the Andes, Germany. My high school and college diplomas, and graduation pictures. My family. No women.“How old are you?”“Twenty four.”“For the third time, wow.”“Enough. You’re here to study.”... We didn’t date until after her sophomore year. She had acclimated to college life, and used the study habits I taught her to good. She didn't keep drink in the house but I'd seen that she was quite fond of her lager when she was out socially. She spent a lot of evenings up at the local miners welfare club. I usually went too but I declined to go this time, saying I had a slight headache. My brief sexual encounter with that randy pub dog had wet my appetite, I had other plans...She eventually got changed and set off but had hardly got her car to the end of the main drive before I had brought both the Lab's in, taken off my. Caitlyn shook her head and stood up as she finished her task. He noticed how tired she looked. The energy she showed earlier had finally run its course. He was tired too, but he couldn’t bring himself to retire before she did. ‘Would you like some wine?’ he asked her. ‘That would be nice,’ replied Caitlyn moving to sit on the floor. She watched as Gabe made his way to the kitchen. He knew where everything was so she was confident he didn’t need help getting them both a drink. Leaning back. Andres had confirmed the wetness of her pussy with his fingers. I’d embarrassed her by wiping my wet fingers across her philtrum, just under her nose before going back inside and the whole thing being forgotten about. We chatted and laughed for a half hour before I announced wanting another of my cheap cigars. We all walked out and round to the patio and I borrowed Lisa’s lighter and then lit Andres’ cigarette before putting the lighter in my pocket. This left Lisa a little confused and with a.