"Wow!" said Denise. "That's a great letter. I've asked a bunch of friends, but they never seem to get anything like this. They only get Hallmark cards...on special occasions, if they're lucky. When I get notes like this it makes me feel very special to Mike. So it made me wonder if other guys made their wives feel special like that, and until now, the answer was 'no.' Steven seemed like a really nice guy; I guess my intuition about him was right." What did your intuition say?" Oh, that he was a. I shifted slightly and slid my hands between us and gripped the top of his jeans, tugging hard and slowly popping open his button and fly. I looked up and smiled at him as his cock, hard and hot, popped out into my hand. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed, sliding up and down as his hands moved over my breasts. I leaned closer and rubbed my clit against the head of his cock, moaning into his mouth as my body clenched in anticipation. I trailed my hands up, running my fingertips. She offered me some wine but I don’t drink nor smoke. So she was a little impressed by that. She gave me a Coke and I drank it. She then said to me to get up. She put both hands up and asked me to choose a hand. I asked what does each hand stand for.She said one for bedroom with its surprise and one for sofa sex with its surprises. I choose the right hand and it was the sofa. I kinda wanted the bed. By my looks, she said, “You made the right choice darling. You’ll have more fun in this one,”. I thought about who would proctor the evening sessions. The obvious answer is to choose the best of your students and recruit them as proctors in the evening. You could even recruit enough that they weren't obliged to be here every night."She stopped and had a bite of her lunch. "But then I had another thought. What if you recruited as proctors the worst of your students? What if you chose those with native athletic ability, but without motivation to excel in the Program? And what if, as a.