And having sex with another woman isn't like she's cheating on her husband, I rationalized.My train of thought was broken by Bev punching me in the le...g under the table. "Look over there Julie. Those 2 women are looking at us. What do you think?"Without being too obvious I slowly turned and looked at them. Both of them were beautiful. One looked our age or a little older. The other couldn't be more than 18."They look very nice,' I said staidly. 'But what are you going to do with two of them.". As time passed his focus altered to an appropriate means of noting the approaching birthday of his most able and agreeable secretary. Casting about for a reasonable means of suggesting her value without embarrassing her, he stumbled onto an old recipe for a most elaborate German chocolate cake. Known to be bereft of culinary skill, that is to say, totally incompetent within yards of a kitchen, he nevertheless undertook that means of expression.Fortunately her day fell on a Monday giving him. She has been doing this since I first saw her in the chorus practice room at our high school nearly 20 years ago, and I suppose she always will. Perhaps that explains why I left Miami to study, and, later, teach history at Harvard, Georgetown and even Oxford. Why I chose to live in Washington, DC for five years after becoming a professor of history at the American University. (I now live and work in New York City.) Why I roamed Northwestern Europe and the UK for another year to research my book. She didn't have to. His cock felt nice up in her, and she had wanted to fuck the next guy she came across. This one thought that he was taking her virginity. He was from a well to do family. He was sexually energetic, and she knew with her hungers would require a certain level of enthusiasm. Still, she was being forced again.“What did you say?” he asked. “Again!” she cried. No, that wasn't what she meant to say. Her body was lagging seriously behind her mind. Her mother would be passed out.