"They are all ladies, in fact. And they all do us proud!" We sipped, then sat and chatted. Mostly we quizzed Ben on what he wanted, so we could protec...t him from overblown female machinations.It took some negotiating, but in the end, everybody was happy.We had a big, formal, white wedding. This was followed by a dinner and dancing at the country club. Including friends from high school, nearly 400 invitations were sent and we got over 370 responses—close to 700 people would attend Beth's. I knew she though I was not. I knew she liked me. But I also I knew shed never cross that line. Even though I knew she cheated on her husband once already. To this day she isnt really sure who the father of her second kid is. That fact haunts her. So I knew she was a sexual deviant. A wanton sex goddess. And I wanted it bad. But only if she was willing to cross that line first. Mrs Fairley handed the phone back to me. We will not go there. I accepted the phone, much to Peters demur expressions. We soon got to her house, where she lived with her mum and step dad, opening the door her mum made a general fuss over her and soon she was sat on the sofa with a drink as was I, her mum telling me all about her. She was Zoe, 22, and usually had an attack about once a week. Her mum left us and Zoe said “I just want to be normal”.I smiled and as we talked she seemed lonely, so I offered to take her out the following Thursday to which her mum agreed. Thursday came round and I was again in her. ” Her words were becoming a purr. “Best. Breakup. Ever,” I said in between long laps of my tongue up her thighs. “Fuck you,” she said, pulling my head deep between her legs.____________________________ A month later, I was killing time before meeting some friends for a 10:00 show from one of our favorite local bands. I had only seen Kate once since our breakup; that had been just a couple of days after our breakup. She’d called and wanted to apologize for “giving me the wrong idea.” She wanted.