The weekends were pretty much booked for visiting my wife. One evening after work, I was casually scrolling my phonebook out of boredom when I chanced... upon her name. Rutuja, my school friend..two years junior to me. We stayed friends even after school. We both knew we had the hots for each other but never took a step to jeopardize the lovely friendship. I dialed her number after 3 whole years. The last week spoke was in 2005 when I congratulated her on getting married. She was elated on hearing. And, as I found out, that's sort of what it was ‑ except it measured body temperature by being inserted in the ear. It was most uncomfortable as she inserted it a little deeper than I've ever experienced and it had to stay in there a while longer (usually the doctor inserts the instrument and takes a quick look). I expressed my displeasure. Her reply was that it was much faster, it beat having to sit with a thermometer under your tongue for several minutes and nobody liked having their. Then her face fell. “But I don’t want you to spend too much money on me.”“Oh don’t worry about that. I have a friend who owns a studio. He will teach you for free if you perform in his shows.”Ana ran over to hug him, jumping up and wrapping her body around him tightly. He felt his cock stiffen involuntarily and quickly set her down.“Time for dinner, Bella Ana. I will take you to the dance studio tomorrow after school.”Chapter TwoAna woke up to the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen. Sofia. " Oh." Terence thought about it. "Nita, you come first, in the first place -- and he knows it. No, he probably needs to meet some other guys..."Bonita pursed her lips. "What if ... what if one of those guys was your father? Would that be okay?" Pop?" Terence blinked. "Pop won't be looking for a boyfriend..." No, he will not -- which would make him safe, would it not?"Terence cocked his head. "Where's this going?" There was a sex party in one of the dark rooms, mi amor, and they just missed.