What are you doing?" Calling you, Silly. Is it OK for me to come home?" Why wouldn't it be?" I wasn't very nice this morning." Jill,... Where are you?..."She giggled. "Downstairs. Can I come up?" Jill, it's your place as much as it is mine." OK, I love you."I started to say "I love you," but heard dial tone before the words were out of my mouth.I hung up the phone and walked into the living room only to have Jill jump in my arms. She grabbed me around the neck and wrapped her legs around my waist.. Wood sat at his desk, What can I do for you? Well, Mr. Wood, Id like to talk to you about getting help for this class. Mr. Wood leaned forward, one eye-brow arched, You dont want the extra credit?, he asked amused. Emma shook her head, No. What good would extra credit do, if I dont know exactly what I am doing in the first place. Mr. Wood nodded in agreement, Though you are failing my class, you are a bright young lady. Mr. Wood dug around in his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, Im going. She is however respected and that counts for a lot more in my book.She is also more beautiful than ever. Whether that is because she's matured or happy, I don't know ... or care. She still turns heads but it no longer goes to hers.Mr. Kopolova has a lot more active role in the new company. We have yet to make a taxable profit, but that has a lot to do with the prosthetic research department that was soon added, although my inexperience was no doubt a factor too. Mr. Kopolova seems happy with. "Unnnh!" she moaned. "If you'd ever make love... like a man... instead of a jackrabbit... maybe... God, what a hot prick you've got, son!... Maybe I'd show a little interest!"Richard stopped humping into the girl beneath him and raised himself on his hands until his wife was forced to acknowledge him by settling her weight down on Mike's pulsing cock."I'll kiss your ass on the bank comer at high noon," Richard told her, "if I'm not just as good in bed as I ever was."Frances lifted herself up.