Then awhile later she'd tell me that she'd changed her mind and say she wanted to try it again. Each time I knew it was a bad idea to say yes, but bei...ng the sex addict I was, I couldn't resist the temptation of allowing others into our sex lives. And, She was always the one to initiate it and each time I said yes, (which was every time) she made me regret it. The strange thing was, she had always stated that she couldn't stand to see me fuck anyone else, so I didn't. We played with men in. I remembered I hadn’t checked for mail for a couple of days and went outside and looked. Coming back in, I said, “Caroline?”“Yeah, Rich?”“Have you actually applied to Stanford, Yet?”“Uh-huh – the same week I took all of my finals.”“And they accepted you?”“I got a phone call, congratulating me. They normally just send letters along with the packet they send you, but being Academic Scholarship Valedictorian, I got a phone call. I guess that was their way of making it a little more personal. Why. He was fucking gorgeous! Michael's hands kept roaming over my breasts while we kissed and then he slipped a big meaty hand between my legs. I kind of tried to push his hand away but he barely noticed. I tried to say `wait' or something like that but he continued kissing me and my words were muffled. Suddenly his fingers were inside my knickers and moments later, inside me as well. I was really worried about how Michael would react if he realised he was stirring his fingers in someone else's. "It was difficult to keep my eyes off her daughters, who were at that age where they seemed to exude sex, Sara, especially, whose breasts were about the size of her mother's, B-cup, I'd guess, maybe C's. Not that Tina's were small, they were the size of nice, ripe oranges and both girls seemed to know they were sexy and were very comfortable in it.Virginia had changed since she'd come home and was also looking quite attractive in a peasant blouse that showed a nice bit of cleavage and khaki.