“I swear, you three are banned from hanging out without supervision!” I cried, tossing the tape down to the table with a clatter. I marched back t...oward the door.“Where are you going?” Muireann asked.At least there’s a hint of sympathy in her voice.“I’m going to get some real clothes on.”“Oh no! But then ... who will supervise us?” Shannon asked, barely coherent enough to get the words out.I turned and gave them a stern look, but they couldn’t see it through the tears. Which was good, because my. "What do you mean Peter? Joe asked, "Surely there is only one way to measure time, days, weeks, months and years."That is true sir for ordinary events but not necessarily for courtship," I told him, "though in the normal run of events it can be true there too,"I would be fascinated to know how time has changed in your situation," Joe said with a smile."I would like to know that as well?" Isa said.I went on to explain that if they had not come together I might have met Katy at school. I might. Knowing that she was a granny I reached into my pocket, got out my Astro Glide and lubed her dry pussy before I inserted my cock into her now well-oiled cunt. As usual Marsha went on all fours so I could do her doggy style, it was then that I noticed that her anal orifice looked different than the other women I had met. Her sphincter was totally opened to about the size of a half dollar; the muscle tissue around it looked different like it had been stretched open.As I slowly fucked my hot. After that wewould have a long dinner. Through it all would belots of chats and, for Fran at least, lots of drink-ing. Somehow, I always ended up doing the driving andFran the drinking.We were on our way back from dinner that Saturdaynight when Fran said, her voice slurred slightlyfrom too much wine, “I have to tell you what happenedthe other night.”“What’s that?” I asked.“You remember Ann and David, don’t you?”“Yeah.” Ann is Fran’s recently divorced roommate.She’s a pretty girl, maybe a few.