I suddenly became aware of what you were doing with your hands. I felt them moving down over my chest, feeling my pectoral muscles and reacting to the...ir strength and lean hardness. Your tongue moved more insistently as your hands explored my body, moving deep into my mouth and burrowing lasciviously beneath my tongue. Your investigating hands moved lower now, emboldened by my apparent shock at what my pure and innocent lady was doing. I felt your fingertips trailing softly across my abdomen,. Their impossibly perfect bodies. The incredibly sexy clothes they'd both worn to the club, courtesy of Stacey. The glimpses of Amanda's ass underneath her short skirt and discovering she wasn't wearing any panties. The sight of my sister's tits, straining in her bra, as she pulled her T-shirt off for me. The tightness of the muscles in her fantastically toned legs as she straddled me, squirting her cum all over my chest."Fuck!" I groaned. My lust was rising with every thought of the two of. Abdul was also fucking hot. He had a gorgeous face with nice curly black hair. He reminded me of Enrique Iglesias somehow, which wasn’t a bad thing. He was very different from Saahil and since Saahil was the only person I had actually had sex with until then, this was a welcome change. Although he wasn’t as toned as my boyfriend, he had many other features that I found really attractive. Since Saahil was the only person I’d fucked, I guess I got used to everything about him, even his skin. I didn't want to read Jens Peter Jacobsen, either. I thought of Alice. I had looked her up. And she'd made a remark about an article of mine.In the library, at the bibliography table, I thought I'd look in the most recent volume. "Singleton, A." had two entries: a Ford and a Haggard. The previous year listed a piece on A.E. Coppard, whoever he (or she?) was. And the one before that featured an article on Anna of the Five Towns and one on Wilde and Beerbohm. I decided that five items would be.