She slowly walked towards the server and pulled the robe back onto her shoulders exposing every inch of her beautiful body and said "I know this may s...und strange but will you help me fulfill my husbands fantasy" with a nervous look he looked at me and looked back at my wife's curvy body and with a shaking in his voice said of course. She walked up to him and grabbed his hand and slowly rubbed his hand down her neck across her nipples and circled her breasts. She dropped the robe to the floor. The barbecues and parties usually deteriorated into drunken revels where members and their wives, fiancées, or dates, often engaged in promiscuous sex. It was usually one-on-one sex where, with the availability of four bedrooms, an occasional threesome would occur. At one of these parties, Anselm gave his son Angus, a virgin, a special fourteenth birthday gift. He convinced one of the groupies to introduce the post-pubescent teen to sex. After that weekend Angus was never a stranger to sex. ”“Is that a bad thing?”“That depends on how much your friend told you.”“Not much.”“How much is not much?”I took a minute, but decided to answer honestly. “He told me about the Dirty Hand.”“I see.” Now, it was his turn to pause. “Is there anything you’d like to say… regarding that?”“To be honest, it’s kinda hot.”“Really?”“Yeah.”“Well, that’s good to hear. One of my boys will escort you up, if I can find him. A bunch of my guys went missing right after you got here. Do you know anything about. You can’t win them all.The woman was getting closer and I was truly becoming nervous. It was most likely an illusion; my mind was desperate to escape from reality. But the figure kept coming ever closer. I could feel the panic setting in already. She stopped about 20 feet in front of me. She looked and rubbed her eyes and then looked again, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing either. Neither could I, if that gave her any comfort. I blinked twice and she was still there.“Chris?” she.