I think they have guards on motorcycles around our property. I think they are waiting to see what we do. Let's just humor them. Maybe we can get away ...ith just having dinner with them. Maybe we can put some of our silverware back in our house and let them find it; maybe one of the cars. Hans didn't have a better answer. As a trial balloon, he would get out one of the sedans and drive it over to supper with it. Maybe they would take it and that would be the end of it.They left Genevieve home. Tuesday she didn't come to class but on Thursday, about thirty seconds before the lecture started, Kathy slammed down into the seat next to me. She gave me a half-assed smile, bent over to put her backpack down flashing me some cleavage in the process, and settled in for the lecture. She didn't say a word, or do any of her normal tricks during the lecture, much to my surprise (and dismay). At the end of the lecture, she asked me, "Would you be willing to come over and help me study for our next. It didn't occur to me whether that was a "long" or "quick" time, it just was. It turned out I have pretty good self control. Also, I come a lot. Big, strong spurts. Some women don't like that and with others, it makes em crazy. They love the feel of a big load splattering all over their back, stomach or breasts. Finally , there are "the eyes." I'm reasonably good looking, or enough to get women looking again, but more than one woman told me that I'd "stared" them into bed. One compared me to a. The lent over me with her arm on my chest and gave me a kiss on the cheek before laying back down, her arm still draped across me, sighing happily. She started to run her hand across my chest and arms, and her touch sent a shiver down my spine. She continued moving her hand down to my belly, and I started to feel my cock harden. Guessing she was not thinking about what she was doing, I moved to roll over to hide my growing boner, but once aging she held me there.“Umm Em, I need to move” I.