Who was I to fight it? I'd take an overnight bag with a change for Saturday and a backup for Sunday.The play, a well-worn Agatha Christie mystery, was...a delight. The actors, if not British, certainly had their parts down pat in the appropriate vernacular. The setting had been updated from the Victorian era to the nineties and the dialogue was a good deal more risqué but it was never vulgar and it was consistently good. We were in high spirits when we walked from the theatre to the nearby. "Mrs Chapman," I heard my name was called.I went in and Mrs Webster greeted me and told me to get undressed andslip into an examination gown. She had me lie on the exam table and shesecurely locked my legs into the stirrups. She left me there alone for afew minutes and Dr Casey (I kid you not!) came in carrying a small boxand followed by Mrs Webster. I had found out that Mrs Webster was aleading Paediatrician at a major city hospital in her previous life so itmade sense she would be awarded the. ”What they really needed was better tools and more food. I’d seen a wooden hoe or adze somewhere. They were probably using it as a gardening tool. If they had better tools they could grow more food. They would eat better, be healthier, and have more children live to adulthood. We really had no tools to spare, but we could give them some food.That was about it for that conference. We agreed to come back one more time for another pot of stew, either the next day or the day after, and after that. Omigod. Fabulous. My first orgasm from another person, it was thrilling.Then I did Darcy and Darcy did Melody. We did three rounds of oral sex that first night and slept naked in each other's arms. And, we've been intimate ever since, often doing 'triangle-sex' which I hope I don't need to explain.But, we each know it's just for fun and to keep us sexually occupied until we can get our hands on a boy.That was the subject of endless discussion. We talked, like most girls, about the boys at.