Before you ask, he helped in all aspects, more of a sage offering his advice than hands on. And no, all the ideas, math and circuits were mine alone.�...�“How is Catherine Larkin’s time with Smith different than yours?” he asked hoping for some insight to the young world renown super genius.“Catherine is given everything on a silver platter.” The former apprentice stated with zero rancor.“Why the difference in treatment?”“Different personalities. For me, Master Smith needed incentives to get me off. "Why'd you stop?" "They only want drinks," he replied. I was about to respond when the tall blonde was suddenly right next to him. "Hello." she said to him, her eyes crystal blue and her small breasts in his face. He looked up at her, gave her a half smile, and signaled to the bartender. As he did, she said. "John, whatever he's having, I'll have, and put them both on my tab." He looked somewhat surprised, and I smothered a smile. As I turned away, the brunette was at my elbow, which kind of. For that matter, what bed? Whose bed?I couldn’t help but notice that the head lying next to me had golden hair, too. Platinum blonde curls, and as I looked down, its owner was naked, too. I reached down and noticed her lovely bottom, with the perfect hips ... birthing hips, really, and there was ... cum leaking from her asshole. There was also a nice, caked, dried mess of cum on my cock, along with her anal sweat. There was nothing brown, thankfully. She must have cleaned out her bowels. We could talk without anyone being within hearing range. She explained what happened and how she fell in love with your wife, but that love was small compared to what she felt for me. She felt bad because she did what many of us had encouraged her to: reach out and become friends with someone. She decided to get out of her shell and do that and this is what happened. At the same time, she felt that the relationship with your wife had done her some good. She wasn't sorry for the friendship,.