I suppose I always did; I just forgot. But I worry about my image, more than I should. Reading Shakespeare and getting good grades just is not done in... my crowd." Actually, Soph, you do other things that I'd bet aren't done much in your crowd. And that's not even including having a preppie boyfriend." OK, what else?" Sophia chuckled."I'd bet not many of your friends are Beatlemaniacs. And then there's that whole thing where you know more about baseball than most guys I know." True. Those things. My hands were tied behind my back and I had been flipped over so they were underneath my back. The person on top of me was definitely a man. Because he told me not to bother trying to get away. He said he tied me up tight. Now the room was dark, he never flip the light on. I could tell that he was wearing Leather Pants and A Leather Vest. Also he wore Leather Gloves, I know this because his hand was over my mouth. Preventing me from yelling for help. Others smells wear his cologne, which was. . a little bit.But it didn't stay calm for long. Returning to Kiyomi, I sat on the other bed and told her to show me her pussy. She smiled and removed her pink thong panties then spread her legs wide for me, revealing her perfectly waxed-smooth frontal fuck-hole. Her asshole below it looked perfectly waxed-smooth, too. Yes! I dropped hastily onto the floor between the two beds, grabbing her spread thighs and pulling her bodily closer to the edge of the bed. She giggled a little bit at my. Usually we dated each other.We did not make love, because my wife wanted to save her virginity for her wedding night. That was fine with me, because I assumed she was saving it for me. I was right. Our first time the evening of our wedding was the most delightful experience I had yet enjoyed. By then, however, we had practiced the agreeable preliminaries with each other, so we both knew what to do.For the first year of our marriage we usually made love several times a day. We practically would.