D. in history from Columbia and had written a couple of reasonably successful books. Although he did fairly well for himself as an author and as a un...versity professor, he also wanted to try his hand at business. He had saved up some money and was about to invest it all in an Italian restaurant. Marissa wondered if he was going to write off her involvement in this trip as a business expense. He asked a lot of questions about her, which she answered. Sometimes evasively, usually honestly.. Jason: "Now class how many times do you all think Ms. Slut here has had anal sex before?"Class: "7! No way she's a whore like 63! Who would even bang that I bet she's a virgin!"Jason: "How about it Ms. Kunt? How many cocks has your ass seen before mine?"Ms. Kemp: "None, I've only ever had one lover and he only ever used my vagina."Jason: "Haha, I remember Dave how long ago did he die now? Three years must be?"Ms. Kemp: "Please don't talk about him Jason. He was a good man."Jason: "He actually. My blouse was being pushed backwards so he could kiss right along my shoulder blades. It seemed to me that it was simply getting in the way so with some fumbling and a shrug, it slid smoothly down my arms until it dropped on the floor. Now, with more skin exposed, he spent more time watching us in the mirror whilst kissing me, excited by our joint reflection. With a simple click of the fingers the clasp on my skirt was free, and a further wiggle of the hips meant it joined my blouse on the. "You didn't have to do this." I don't have to do anything, remember?" I asked.Paula looked at the red envelope and then again at the rose. Putting the card down, she reached out, put her arm around my shoulder and tugged me towards her. Caught off guard, I felt like an idiot as I all but fell against her car. That feeling quickly faded as she wrapped her arm around my neck and hugged me. My face was buried in her neck and between the scent of her perfume and the sensation of her soft hair.