" This would be a benign observation if it weren't for the threats that Arnie had made when he correctly assessed that the "spirit" occupying this bod... was not Lucy's. He further speculated that I had "slipped past the eyes of God", and he therefore, would have to "make it right". Perhaps he had an old fashioned exorcism in mind.Janet was mildly interested in the explanation, this didn't satisfy Betty, "Why are they coming up without phoning first? How are they getting in the building? Have. Men, in my experience, love to make rules. Just think of all theirincomprehensible sports!Then, imagine a bunch of rich guys who expect to get their way always.And in their clubby private retreat demand servility even more. The onlyproblem is members who expect the same, and don't want other members(with differing expectations) to violate their own expectations. Claro?So, rules. And lots of them. These inhibit a bunch of alpha WallStreeter's, who want to shank one another in the library. I often do this on business trips. The first night in a hotel is hard to sleep. I was laying there when I realized I could hear a woman in the next room making sexual sounds. She was making the kind of noises that a lover makes when totally enraptured by the moment. She sighed heavily each time she was apparently being entered by her lover’s dick. Her voice was soft but strong as she said “OOOHHHH” and “YYYYESSS”as she was being stroked by whom I supposed was a lover. I was surprised I could. Her nipples and areola form a separate shape from the rest of her breast, sitting atop her breast like a cookie with a cherry on top. I knew from some reading years ago that puffies are incredibly more sensitive, for some reason, than an ordinary areola/nipple is. I allowed my eyes to wander below her waist and was pleased to see she had not followed the popular teen age trend of shaving her pubes. Instead, I was treated to a very full bush, dense where it was, but neatly organized into a vee.