Hopefully I could dig around for new bits of knowledge as they became necessary... “My prince? Little brother?”Oh, yes. The reason why I “awaken...ed”.I cracked my eyes open against the glare, and peered upwards at a goddess.Framed against the sun, her deep red hair seemed to glow, even though it was merely pulled back into a short ponytail. She looked down at me with bright blue eyes set in a delicate-featured face with a cute, upturned nose, and a fair but not quite pale complexion. Her. Still, in bed that night, she had dreams of Tracy, of kissing her, of undressing her. She awoke desperately horny. Only a spell on her back in the bathtub, masturbating in the way Karen had taught her and coming violently, assuaged her need enough for her to return to work.And at work, Barbara dropped by to flirt, and Laura couldn't resist going home with her. When they rubbed their naked bodies together, they were only slightly less combustible than Laura and Karen, and by midnight each had. She was a good woman. She knew that. This Jack was too over-powering in his confidence. She should have just said no at once but something held her back. She didn't want anything to happen. But she was lost. The next day, after Tom left for work, the front doorbell rang. She had put on her sweats to be a little less attractive. She answered the door and Jack strode in without an invitation. "Take off the sweats right now. I hate them on women. Do it now!" She wanted to scream out "No" but she. Maybe this would all settle out tomorrow.For her part, Anita had never felt so sexual in her entire life. While John frequently told her that he thought she was the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the world, tonight she really felt that way. From the moment she walked into the room, she could feel her nipples stiffen and her cunt warm and slicken. Every few minutes she did a Sharon Stone at Malcolm, to his sly and silent smile, and she could see a significant bulge in the front of his pants.