The we left for my place in my bike.We reached my apartment and I opened the door welcomed her inside, she sat on the couch I got her some water, I as...ed for juice, she told okay, so got her some juice that was there in my refrigerator, we were chatting and me staring at her lips, she asked what are you staring so much, I replied I like your lips, I wanna touch them once, she told okay, I went close to her and was touching her lips softly and passionately,my face was very much close her to. ”Dave gestured to Alice and Pam.Alice chuckled, “A short story to set an example. When Pam and I went to get our instrument ratings we met Doug and Pete; we’d never met them before and only had the briefest of professional conversations with them by phone. That first night we’d gone up to Asheville and all the nights after we had one huge fuck fest with them. We were and are Dave’s wives, so don’t get upset over what you did. Doug and Pete joining the Circle later turned out to be a fortuitous. His voice was thick with sexual excitement, 'Open the back door, and bend over'.I moved from my position at the drivers door and took a few side steps to the back door and opened as ordered. The smell of the leather upholstery made my nostrils flare, as I was pushed forward onto the back seat and my face buried into the soft skinned fabric.'Keep your fucking eyes tightly shut bitch', and again I obeyed, feeling my clothes being undone, my skirt unbuttoned and the zipper torn asunder, opening . The card read, "S.M.O.M.S. Sharing strength to survive our boys." That bit was printed. On the back, in handwritten blue ink, it said, "Ask for Ingrid when languishing books are first available."Then I laughed. But I had to wait another shame filled day until I could reach the library by opening time. I saw the woman again, through the glass door. She was unlocking it. When it opened, I nearly hugged her. "Ingrid?" Yes, Ingrid Muldurhoek, please come in." She locked the door behind me and.