When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright light. When my eyes adjusted, however, I realised it was just the lightbulb on the ceiling. I sat up, and realis...d several things. I saw that I was in a large room, with quite a few sofas and tables. The tables were covered in plates full of all sorts of delicious-looking food and drink. Everything looked completely luxurious.The next thing I noticed was that I was not alone. All my classmates were present, sitting all around the large room. And they were. We were sitting over coffee one morning at the Student Union Building before class. We had been in several classes together, had coffee and shot the breeze a lot about everything, done a couple of meals but no real dates. This morning as she sipped her coffee she looked at me and I felt like I was being dissected, analyzed and mentally pigeon holed. I was about to ask her what was going on in that head of hers when she said, "Would you like to fuck me?"The next 24 hours were spent in her bed.. The poor girl squirmed and wiggled and it all made Tarzan Jr. more ardent in matters of carnal bliss. She had never really taken it in that portal back in her country because the Jesuits told her it was a “Mortal Sin”.Eventually, the constant friction and the stretching convinced her it was more pleasure than sin and she verbally asked for “More, please” before Tarzan Jr. could summon his energy to flood her interior with his creamy substance like soothing pudding pie locked inside her tight. Assertive."I have to. The salad has to be served at the right time, and them thebolonnaise, and the garlic bread. We're having dessert, too. I baked apie." Well, a woman's work is never done, is it?"And there it was again, a jab at his sexuality. He looked at Belinda, buther face betrayed nothing. He let it go.He went to wash the dishes. Italian is always messy.But now, something was bothering him, too.* * *The nicest way in the history of this planet to be awakened is alwayssexually.It was the.