As he was doing that he got a close look at each slit and decided that he liked his little sister’s the best because it was more like a slit than an...y of the other girls ones.As he was writing the numbers he told each girl what her number was and reminded her that she was not to remove her blindfold until all the guys had gone home.“Right guys, time for a competition. Taking each girl in turn you have to lift her onto the table then using only your hands, you have to make her cum. I will be. She wore the shortest skirt she had, the tightest tank top that was in her drawer. Her movements were fluid. I had turned on the music she liked to make love to. She wore the outfit she was sure would tempt me. I pushed off the frame, silently stepping behind her. Her breath caught, the pulse in her neck fluttering wildly. My hands gripped her hips, my erection tight against her ass. I slid my hands up her sides and over her shoulders. My right hand slid down her right arm, pulling the spoon. I can't imagine why youwould want to wear it up, it should down, wild, fired by the sunlight."From a great distance I know tears running down my cheeks. Somebodycries out, is it me? My shoulders heave with great sobs, arms hanguseless, a band tightens around my chest, hurting as I cry. Standing,crying. What's happened to me. Get a grip of yourself, Toots. But when Itry to take that grip there isn't anything there - mist, mercury,ghosts, memories.Somehow I'm curled up in a deep, leather. The young Greek woman leaned back, her full, perky breasts straining against the thin, silk fabric she wore. Plato grimaced as he beheld her work. Arimneste smirked, knowing what was to come."A woman." He said. Plato stood erect. "A woman solved this; a problem the greatest young sophists and mathematicians of our age could not." Unbelievable!" Arimneste gleamed up at him as he patted her shoulder. "Excellent! Most Excellent!" he said. Plato turned, and bellowed. "You! The greatest of Greece,.