I’d expected Gareth to correct me, not this…not Him. ‘Dactylography.’ The words tripped off his tongue, clipped and pure, like a grammar teach...r. Damn. He obviously knew his stuff – terminology always gets me hot. Stop rolling your eyes, don’t judge me just because I like my men brainy. There’s an entrance exam into my pants, and it makes applying for Harvard look like a round of Mario Kart. I’m about to rebut when my brain finally kicks into action. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I’d jumped the gun. As I was leaving class one day I noticed that she wasn’t moving and didn’t give me her usual smile. In fact, when I looked closer, she looked about ready to cry. I hung around until the room cleared out and then approached her. ‘Hey, are you all right? You look stressed.’ ‘You know that guy Ryan?’ I knew who she meant. He played quarterback for the football team and showed up for class with a bunch of other jocks and their coterie of ditzy groupies. Their constant horseplay and talking was a. He boyfriend bucked his hips and blew a huge load into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, them gripped his thigh with her free hand as her own orgasm peaked. She gushed a load of pussy cream all over the bedspread and the carpet, and collapsed on the bed. She rolled onto her back, legs still spread open to the closet, and tried to catch her breath. Her boyfriend stood up and went to the to the closet for his robe, and left to get them water. She told him to take his time, she was going to. “Got to watch this lot Nev,” murmured Kevin Scholes, our manager, emerging from the back office as a couple entered the store. “The cops tell me there’s a bunch of diddycoys up Backdoor Lane, these could be some of them,” he added, while we strolled up the aisles towards the front doors.“Yeah I’ll keep my eyes on them, but dodgy customers usually enter when we’re busy, to merge with genuine punters,” I advised.“Yeah, you’re right mate, leave you to it,” he agreed to my experienced eye and.