Well, maybe ‘girl’ isn’t the word. It sounds a little misogynistic. It sounds a little wrong. No, staring down at this 28-year-old brunette, lis...tening to her moan in shock and terror and need as she shoved herself back until my cock bottomed out against her cervix and her ass quivered against my hips, I realized she wasn’t a ‘girl’ at all. A ‘girl’ didn’t moan like that. A ‘girl’ didn’t reach back to grab my hip with one hand, digging her fingernails into my flesh and letting out a desperate. Around four thirty the phone rang. It was Dan saying my wife wanted to see me. I put on my clothes, kissed Sarah and left with great apprehension. When the elevator door opened, Dan was standing there. We talked quietly for a minute. He wanted to know if I was okay with everything that had happened and went on to tell me how lucky I was to be married to such a hot woman. I returned the compliment about Sarah and we shook hands.When I got back to our room Anne was awake and sober. She had. "I guess we expected you to all be far less friendly."The door was open and we could hear a bunch of men shouting inside. I shrugged to Barbara before stepping through. "My main goal was to maintain a level of community. It's helped that we have good people here."Inside I stopped for a moment and then jumped aside as a soccer ball came flying by to bounce off the wall and continue its journey toward the far wall. Barbara had followed me and gasped as we watched four men chase after the ball as. Andy and Margo had a separate limo and security at that point. Tom and Brita were staying with me, as well as my other five ‘wives.’ There were also the security teams, although three war wagons had come to escort the limousines to their destinations.The English language needs an expanded vocabulary for group situations. I have ‘sister wives, ‘ like that TV show, only they aren’t sisters or wives. The women are all my girlfriends, but that understates the significance they represent to me. The.