" Silly Ron." Pia said licking my ear. "No other bed have what in this bed.' With that Pia dove under the covers fulfilling a fantasy I had had since ...he day I first saw her.Only Pia in real life was far better than any fantasy I had. This was no quick thanks-for-dinner-date-blow job I was used to from previous ladies. Pia teased me with her lips, tongue and small hands. She kept taking me back and forth from the edge. Pia made love to my groin, my gonads, base, shaft, tip, -if they gave out. Me with Anne and you withQuinn." Truth or dare?" If not now, when?" Seize the moment."We anointed ourselves the Intellectual Mafia, and dominated debate,academic decathlon, yearbook, and journalism, pursuits to which ourclassmates indifferent. The ordinary curriculum was beneath us; wetook mostly AP classes. We obsessed over Existentialism.We were outsiders, friends only with one another. Quinn was openlygay, Barb was lesbian, and Anne and I classified ourselves as'questioning,' which in my. Angie actually smiled knowing she was caught standing naked in the dorms bathroom. Angie could see that her pussy lips were still somewhat excited, as they were still swollen and had not returned to the normal position where her perfect slit formed. She wondered if that girl that had walked in noticed. Angie chuckled at that thought also. Finally, she began to dry her body and then wrapped the towel around her. Her normal curly brown hair was now a little flatter because of being damp. She ran. GeorgeWilson Carstairs the Third hadn't amassed his fortune by being stupid.He knew that Leslie, his current wife, was a gold digger but he didn'tmind it that much. The sex had been really good and she was reallyattentive. At least initially. When she thought she'd had him tightlyenough wrapped around her fingers - and well enough pussy whipped - herattention then waned and her manipulations increased.George had a hunch that Leslie was trying to find some way around theprenup. So, after a.