"No." I laughed a laugh that sounded false even to my own ears. "I was joking Marcus." Oh, right." He replied and to my amazement a look of disappoint...ent crossed his chiselled features, it was a look that would play on my mind for days afterwards.It was after that day at the gym that I really started to fantasise about Marcus fucking me. As my fantasies became more elaborate and my need to have him inside me consumed my every thought, my loyalties dissipated like a snowman under a heavy. She said the old man would let loose his pathetic salvo of 2 or 3 droplets and then fall asleep. I asked how long that had been the case (apparently always.) I told her, a bit too loud so the mikes picked it up, that impotence was a valid divorce cause of action. She said she'd look into it. She gave me the biggest kiss yet; it lingered for 2 minutes. I hoped that 'he' was watching on TV somewhere. As it turned out, he WAS watching our every move. Now came my fun; I got to watch mom and the. “Of course. I wanted to be with two women as my fantasy but this is even better than that. I get to have three women, three hot, sexy women,” Richard emphasised.“You are going to be insufferable; do you think you can perform for three women? We might be too much for you,” grinned Michelle, putting her hands on her hips and wiggling them from side to side.Richard grinned but said nothing. Secretly, he was a bit concerned; he knew he could perform for Michelle but three women might be too much. ”“Bullshit.” Was he confirming my thought that the professor was a misogynistic ass?“It’s true,” he said, flashing that sexy as fuck smile at me. “It’s why I volunteered to take that side. My buddy took his class last spring and gave me the 411.”I couldn’t help but smile at that. I mean, as underhanded of a move that was, he was pretty clever on his part too. “You did make good counter-arguments.”“Thanks. And for the record, Avery, you’re much prettier when you smile.”I felt my cheeks burn. I.