I managed a rare second boner and gave her a sixth squirt. Then I asked her to marry me. She very politely said no. She told me she was trying to get ...pregnant. I couldn't understand the details, but she'd had a medical condition and a doctor had told her she might not be able to have children. After trying and failing with her husband, she told him what the doctor had said. He accused her of lying to him and threw her out, and the next day she'd moved in with me. Now she was hoping a zillion. Danielle couldn’t wait to talk to me after dinner. She had really enjoyed having six boys there and had been thinking about Saturday. I told her the way that it was working out. Danielle was impressed with my pimp capabilities. We figured that the three girls could handle six boys every hour and that we were good for about eight hours. So to be safe we would do it for just six hours allowing an hour on each end for safety. Six times six meant that each girl could satisfy thirty-six boys. At. She relaxed, letting her husband's stiff invasion drill up into the volcano-like heat of her bowels. So good, she thought, he feels so damn good. It was like having a man in her quim, but so deliciously different. She wondered about those men and women who had never experienced anal lovemaking. It was their loss, not hers.Across the room, Melinda threw her head onto Phil's inflated rod. She let its bulging crown slide into her throat, then she started sucking. Slowly, she pulled back, sucking. Over dinner and champagne she told me she had been fortunate that the Parisian Perverts had indeed been out in abundance (and a Citroen she had remarked impishly) and she had sold all six pictures. She had, purely for the sake of art and commerce, had to sleep with twenty-two Parisian women but, not to worry, they all smelled of garlic and Camel cigarettes. I smiled. As I removed the final dish from in front of her, her hand wandered up under my frock. ‘Oh, College, you’re wearing them for me.