There seemed to be a hierarchy to the arrangement. Out on the periphery the ladies were of modest appearance, at best. As I approached the center of t...he district, they became damn gorgeous, beautiful enough to be models. I had read that most of the ladies there were not Dutch, and, indeed, some were obviously of distant nationalities, mainly Indians with their tawny skin and beautiful nipples. I passed around the area several times, mentally marking my choices for the evening’s delight. I. .that’s disreputable enough. Ought to be a law.” He was a skier.“So...we’re in agreement? She needs a husband? Right?”“Well, sure, all that money? She needs someone to guide and direct her.”I wasn’t home...about the time that conversation, Charles, the 544 and I were on our way to Portland to see IV (Four not Ivy.) We weren’t expected.The 544Judith Gap...a university engineering professor had a retirement home outside of Judith Gap. He died. The widow had an auction.“I gotta get outta here,”. It looked strong and potent and belied his age. As he approached the table and stood between Annette's spread legs his partner moved politely aside and joined me to watch. Graham grasped his shaft and placed it against my wife's open slit, sliding it up and down the wet opening and coating it with her flowing juice. She moaned again as the large, purple glans made contact with her clitoris and then gasped as Graham thrust inside her without warning. Graham, too, groaned as he drove his length. “Hi Danielle I…” His voice tailed off as he looked me up and down lecherously. “Hi. What’s up?” “Why…Why are you wearing a uniform? A school uniform?” “Oh it’s a long story. Just a mix up in the post,” I said. My neighbour’s face – his eyes – they were all over me. “You…you look absolutely amazing!” He said. “Ha ha do I?” He looked down at my legs and his gaze wandered slowly up my body lingering on my boobs. “Danielle…I’m not a pervy guy, but…!” He gripped my shoulders, pinning against my door.