"But, father," I said, "the man has neither charm nor grace." "Is that so, Steffanie?" He said. "Yes, father. I dislike him, I could never... " "Ay up..., lass, I'll not have you lay with anyone you're not smitten with." "Thank you, father." "But make a pretence, lass, for your own sake." Dear, dear father, he knew perfectly well I had no real interest in young gentlemen, least of all the cold, calculating Mr Postlethwaite, for whom prudence would require me to feign at least some enthusiasm for. It looked like she just came back from her morning jog. “Hi mom…where’s dad?” I ask her plopping down on the couch. “Golf…ready for breakfast? Are you excited for your birthday? What are you going to get Tara?” My mom asked. I forgot that our birthday was coming up in couple of days and didn’t even get her a gift.“Yeah I am ready for breakfast…I got something in mind for her…we will see” I told her nonchalantly and my mom nodded her head. At that exact moment, Tara came. I guess that I'm one of those other 5 percent."Mrs. Petrie looked at me — glanced at Sharon, and my sisters as they walked in to see what was happening."Well, it looks to me that whoever it was who anonymously told us that there was a young school aged man, was wrong. It appears to me that this has all been a big waste of everyone's time. Thank you — goodbye!"I walked her to the door and closed it and locked it. They all came over to me and gave me a big kiss. After we were all done, Faith. Cast danger to the wind. Plus, now there was me outed as no longer the virgin. I could fuck with impunity, or something like that.It’s not just about you when you are that well trained. Our commitment would not be satisfied unless the wives were totally satisfied in a manner precluding any guilt whatsoever and left everyone in love, accepting one another as equals, wanting more of the service in the future. That’s why perfect cunnilingus was our mantra moving forward, possible gateway to rich.