I felt good. Before long I was engrossed in my editingand seemed to have a new vigor for it. Nothing was new but I wascomfortable and while not David... any longer I was just fine doing the jobas Millie. At noon I sat down to some tuna salad and put on Golden Girls.I especially liked the character that Betty White played, Rose. She waspleasant and kind. A little na?ve but still what I thought a woman likeme should emulate.The next day was the same as Monday. Call work, talk with the team. Her eyes were closed and she acted kind of weak, gasping for air. I lowered her back down into my bed, and we faced each other. We never spoke at these sessions, just her little moans. I put her slightly shaking hand back on my hard on. She began to squirm slightly. Her face showed excitement and some straining, trying to resist the temptation to go forward and do more. I didn’t push it but waited. I kissed her with a lot of passion, which she liked. She kept her hand on my hard on. Never. Kandy was sucking my cock as if there was some competition and she was out to prove that she was better than her sister at the art of oral sex. I was going to need to carry out more trials on their skills before I would be prepared to comment about that – that is if I was silly enough to comment at all! After Kandy had sucked every last drop out of the eye of the wilting tiger she got up off the deck and had me crawl on hands and knees, shrunken cock and ball bag dangling deflated between my. " Oklahoma City is mighty pretty," they both sang. They laughed and shook hands."Thirty thousand people on this campus, and I team up with the only ones who can sing Route 66 backwards," I grumbled."It could be worse," said Spencer."How?" You might still be rooming with Westy." Good point." I turned to Lightspeed. "It's a long time on a bike," I said.Lightspeed smiled. "Think of it as a long time in the saddle," he said. "Hey, you wanna go for a ride?" Too cold," said Spencer."Pussy," accused.