I'd never had sex with more than one man at a time.In fact one of the secretaries told me that I was sexually retarded. I was an anachronism, a throwb...ack to the early twentieth century. They didn't make them like me anymore. I began to be consumed with thoughts of having sex with someone other than Rob. It began to take over most of my waking thoughts.In a conversation I once mentioned that I was thinking about asking Rob if I could do it. All of the women quickly shut me up."Are you out of. "Never mind all that. Now follow me," she said, taking my hand and leading me away.Hand in hand, we wended our way through the other guests like two small children attempting to flee unnoticed from a stuffy room crammed with grown-ups. Outside of the main reception hall, the house was deathly quiet as Maggie led me from room to room. As we traipsed from one space to another, Natasha kept up a running commentary supplying background details to every room we visited. Her knowledge of the antiques. We groaned at the same time, the moment that hasn't taken place in several months.I pushed as far as I could go, savoring the heat of love, stalling for several moments before sliding out. She got wetter with each stroke, squeezing against me as I moved in and out, nothing but heavy breathing accompanied by the lovesome squish of well lubricated parts.My balls felt so ladened from lack of use, I began add to the moisture, little dribbles as my own soldiers marched themselves out. She. “Ahem. I think you two absolutely nailed that. If there were a Waltz competition anywhere nearby, I would bet the mortgage on you two winning it. All right now, recap the Foxtrot.”Mom put on the song “Night and Day” starting it and we went through all the steps of that dance. Feeling rather full of ourselves, we played “Putting on the Ritz,” and the Quickstep seemed in OK shape, although we still had a lot to learn.When we were through with that, Mom came in with cookies and pink lemonade,.