These images rose in my mind and pushed the other thoughts out.Kathy continued. "I can see it from their side. I miss having a man as well." She caugh... my eye and held it. A look was in her eye, the feral look of a hungry predator with the game in sight. "I miss having a man. Sex with a woman can only satisfy so much. I need to feel a man too. The way a man takes you, the power with which a man takes a woman, filling her up, possessing her, overwhelming her. Only a man can do that. Don't you. “I just couldn’t help my self,” I said. “Are you mad?” “How can I be mad when I just screwed his wife, when I was asked to?” Sam added. “When we left Larry looked so pitiful, I wanted to do something to cheer him up. I didn’t know what to do or say to a guy who had to ask his wife’s friend’s husband to fuck his wife so they could have a baby. We went to our house for a drink because he was feeling so down. I wanted to cheer him so one thing led to another and I ended up with his dick in my. I guess it was the "dorm room" effect; the menstrual cycles of women who live close together become synchronized. [Thanks for the word, Homer.] It didn't take too much detective work to figure out who was responsible for all those plump bellies from the way that Consuelo, Maria, Rosita, and Lupe mooned at Josh every time they saw him and the sheepish glances he returned.Eventually they all confessed when I made it clear I was upset only about their poor timing. Apparently it happened while I. We weren’t “out”. We were definitely, “at”.“Perhaps the fish idea is a good one, but we are not in the right place”, I surmised. “We need to look for some kind of lagoon, where there is no surf or else go back to where the stream runs to the beach and walk back upstream.”Elaine agreed and we walked back in the direction of the stream, keeping our eyes peeled.“There, there”!, she squealed, clutching my arm. Even under the dire circumstances, it was impossible to ignore what she was rubbing.