” Rochelle replied, her face dark.“What? I just want you to call her up, invite her and me out for drinks, get her drunk and tell her to come home...with us. She looks like she could use an attitude adjusting like you. I bet she wants someone to take control of her, just like you do.” I said, my smile growing.“You’re a sick fuck.” Rochelle spat.“What? How is that any different than what I do to you?” I asked, concerned a bit at Rochelle’s anger.“Look, I’ll admit, the whole ‘fetch a girl for you’. Sweet Jesus! I had never seen anything so incredible in my life. The woman who regularly beat me to a pulp playing racquetball at least once a week was there in front of me stark naked and looking like a goddess come to life. Lissa is about five-ten, the same as me. She’s a real athlete with an amazing rack that just plain doesn’t move, even without her sports bra. She’s blonde up top and there was no way to tell about below because she was shaved smooth. When she was introduced, Prof said. Cynthia was even teary in the same spots as me. Sex that night was wild and experimental.We collapsed in the early morning hours, and when we woke around noon, it was clear to us both we were now a committed couple. After two decades and some years of drought, now a paradise of plenty.Cynthia was a research librarian with a masters in library science. She worked in a relatively low pay position in the city library system. It was clear that she had skills that would fit into my firm, so I. She was supposed to be naked but had started wearing clothes.I resisted and said, “No, mom. Why are you putting on clothes? We are supposed to be without clothes.” Mom came back to bed with her blouse on, fully buttoned, but short enough to show her cleavage. She sat on the bed, her back resting on a bed headboard, with her one leg straight and one folded.Mom said, “Come, my darling sonny and sleep in my lap. I am going to feed you now.”I had a big question mark on my face. She pulled my head.