This was no exception. I guess Iwas just so worked up all night that I was almostembarrassed by how wet I was.Almost at once the boys knew nothing was...going to breakmy trance and cloths were flying everywhere. All of themstarted calling me a little slut and a whore. They kepttelling me how my husband must be a fool to let a littlemarried slut like me out by myself and how they weregoing to fuck my brains out.Soon I was on my back on the floor and someone had theirface buried in my sopping. HES. OH FUCK. OH SHIT. I AM I AM OH I AM COMMMMIIIINNNGGGG'.Swami covered his ears with his hands and Arti laughed aloud. After few more hard strokes the MD came with a loud grunt 'AAAAHHHHH'. Both Malti and the MD lay gasping for breath.Like Malti and the MD, Swami and Arti were also exhausted for the time being. For a brief period there was pin drop silence. Swami continued to swill whisky and Arti just stared at the TV screen.'Malti get on all fours' MD said, 'Ab main teri gaand maaroonga. They had always been rather happy in their relationship but neither knew that they were both hungry for something else... FROM someone else. They had planned the trip together, both telling each other that it would be very romantic to get away to the Italian capital. They promised each other sunsets on the beach, a boat trip down the road in Venice, even the roses on the pillow and “the best night you've ever had” scenarios.It was 5pm and Claire proclaimed she was tired from walking around and. It was Ashley, a student in my classroom. I had suspended classes until I could prove the existence of monsters. What was she doing here? I was about to ask her as I was getting out of my car, but didn't have a chance. Ashley spoke first. "Dr. Ghurtholtz. I understand you're trying to prove that monsters are real, am I correct?"I nodded my head and asked, "Do you know of one?" She didn't answer right away, but I could tell she was trying to say something. I then took the initiative of inviting.