You’re an absolute delight for a gentleman, let me tell you. Alas, I must turn in now. And you shouldn’t stay up too late.” I gape at him, but ...he doesn’t seem to notice. He just takes my arm, leads me into the room, then bids me good night with a peck on the cheek. Monday, 2am I toss and turn, a million miles from sleeping. Damn him, that Rupert, he’s made me like a coiled spring. The whole day has. Twice I’ve been naked and watched. And then the dance party, where everything was so right,. Wendy walked to where she believed Mr.Patterson had rolled to. He had rolled into a tall oak tree, he lay unconscious as his son in the truck, though blood poured from his left and his right hand looked horribly twisted. Wendy said to herself "good..." she frowned but walked closer to Mr.Patterson, wanting to see if he were dead or simply hurt.As she neared him, one of his eyes opened slowly and he tried to turn his body but let out a weak moan of pain "ooh..oooh....p...please wendy...help. It was like sticking his cock in a vacuum cleaner and he literally feared that the end of his cock would burst. He groaned and licked her cunt even more. Seeking her clit and finding it, he was rewarded with a flood of her juices as she came again. He sucked them down as fast as he could.Her mouth slipped down the entire length of his cock. Her teeth caused another coursing river of pain to shoot through his body. As he trashed on the ground, he wondered if he was going to survive this. At 10:00, breakfast. From 10:30 until 2:00 in the afternoon, work on thesis. (Translation: catch up on sleep missed last night between the midnight swim and the stargazing) From 2:00 to 2:30, lunch. From 2:30 to 8:00, work on thesis (for real this time, incorporating the results of the previous night's observations) From 8:00 to 9:00 at night, supper From 9:00 to 10:00, send and receive e-mails. From 10:00 to 1:00, observations. Usually, it was about 2:00 by the time the last pair was through.