She was a Psych major, but she'd always felt that the subject matter was just a bit over her head. Apparently that was no longer the case, and Leslie ...ound herself devouring the finer points of the lecture with an ease she'd never felt before.Not only that, she felt driven by an unfamiliar need to get better at Psych, to see herself making visible improvement in her mastery of the material. In fact, it seemed like she now felt that way about pretty much every aspect of her life. She needed to. My fears were at least temporarily relievedwhen he started the car and drove from the parking lot.In my mind I began running through the possible places he might take meparking. Being somewhat shy as a guy, I hadn't been on any ?real' datesand had no clue where he might take me. I was very surprised when hepulled into the driveway of an old farmhouse no more than three milesfrom the school."My sister lives here, and she's at work now," Bobby explained with agrin. "I want you on a bed this. I don’t know how much time you need to get ready but I was serious with my invitation to the spa.’ She still hadn’t moved at all other than her eyes and mouth to talk. ‘Seven, time to shower and dress. No point in putting on makeup. Get something to eat before the spa. We have at least an hour of fun time before I need to leave.’ She calculated. ‘If you are sure, I am game.’ I replied. Becky kicked the sheets off her body, rolled onto her back, spread her legs and commanded, ‘Lick me.’ I ate. As I wearily trudged on, I passed Catherines old house and was bemused to see a light on. At four am...I slowed I passed, and looked up at the second floor window. As I did, I began to hear soft moans, that were unmistakable. I stopped by the large confer trees at then end of the drive and listened, as the moans got a little more intense.This was bizarre, here I was freezing cold stood practically in a tree listening to sex.I moved slightly so that I could see the window but remained hidden.