"How did you make me like it?" It's a mystery, isn't it Melissa?" he said, groping Erika's tits. "Just another thing that you don't understand. Maybe... you're not such a smart girl after all. Smile pretty for the camera!"She smiled through Kyle's cock as Christine immortalized the moment."Now why don't you go stand in the corner and try and figure out how all this is happening," Kyle said. "You say there's no such thing as magic. If you really are smart, you should have it figured out by the. ”“Oh, he’ll see it very quickly. I’m going to take down his big print of a racing car. It’s just over the breakfast bar where he sits if he’s in the kitchen. I’ll serve dinner there this evening; assuming he deigns to come home for it.”“Hal, I think we ought to write something on it. You know, ‘To Melanie, from her grateful students’. What do you think?”“Oh please, please, please,” cried Melanie. “Signed Hal and Ben, with big kisses.”Hal made a large pot of Assam while they continued to think. They were equals then.Equal rights, Tracy once wrote, was a double edge sword believing thatif women could learn to be more masculine, then why couldn't men somedaylearn to be more feminine. Tracy's experiments grew and suddenly thosemen she played with found themselves fully on that girl's side with nounderstanding of those other sets of rules. Her men became soft,feminine, sweet, and some even sensuous but they had no context awayfrom the approval of the women teaching them those things.Most. “Why don’t you come in…” she called in a very sultry sounding voice. He paused at the door. Should he go in? Or should he try and stop this now. They had already gone way too far with each other and he knew deep down it was wrong, but he craved her young body and the feeling of cumming inside her the night before had been incredible. His own orgasm had been one of the most intense he had experienced in years. Not since that evening with the buxom Sri Lankan lady, but that was another story..