My sex drive might not be close to hers. I'd noticed, as a general rule, that women could achieve more orgasms than men.Well, there was only one way t... find out. That's when I'd pulled her onto my lap and kissed her.In the bedroom, she'd ratcheted up her thoughts from naughty to nasty, which was fine with me. Her body was exquisite. She was athletic in bed without becoming frenzied, and she'd moved back and forth from intensely passionate to just having good time. She could take, and she could. His legs, the settee, my naked chest ....none were spared the splash of milky white come juice and now he relished his afterglow completely uncaring of the white liquid he'd spurted all over the place. "God!! you've got a lot of spunk James," I said eventually as he ebbed back out of ecstasy and once more into reality. "Your turn now," he said still not caring about the spunk all over the settee. I positioned myself as he had been on top of me moments ago and lay. It was bliss.One of the younger girls came round for a word and shot a quizzical glance at my unconventional seating arrangement.‘The seat height adjustment’s buggered,’ I ventured, as an explanation to the unasked question. ‘These office chairs are rubbish.’‘Sir, I could always get you another one, there is no need to struggle with the seat set so low and perching on cushions. I’ll go find you a spare’‘Really, Becky, it’s fine, actually it’s more comfortable like this, I may end up setting a. “I would never ask you to do that, and I hope you know that I would never hurt your little girls. I grew up with unhappy children in a family that was joyless, where Armageddon was always just around the corner, and where rules and control and everything like that stifled any fun or games or real kind of childhood for us. I’ve mentioned this before, but it was a real, dismal kind of upbringing. I never got a birthday card, a birthday cake, a party, or anything like that. The last thing that I.