"God woman, you do that to me every time. I'm not complaining, mind you, simply pointing out that you're more powerful than you know. One of these tim...s you'll do that while I'm cuming and then that'll be the death of me!" Richard looked deeply into Megan's eyes."Richard, love, would you please just stop talking about magic and fuck me!" My Lady, I would love nothing more..." Oh god, Richard!" Megan gasped as he thrust into her bringing her to a second frantic orgasm. Shuddering she arched her. It won't be the last. Sometimes she just needs to kind of escape, I guess."I heckled him into looking in on her and followed him to her room. Sure enough, she was in the bed, arms akimbo, mouth open and snoring. He turned on the light without a care for her. Not a single sign of movement.Jill was lying there, dead to the world, the covers thrown off and just a sheet covering her. One bare leg was sticking out, and I fantasized about where that thigh might lead, just under the cream colored. Life on the street nearly broke me. I simply couldn’t fathom anything of the sort ever happening to me. I come from fairly upscale beginnings. My father was a lawyer and my mother was a college professor. We lived in a nice home. I was in my junior year at Northeastern University when I met Paul Anderson the third, a handsome and wealthy Jewish guy who swept me off my feet. When I looked at him, I saw nothing but dollar signs. This man was my ticket to the good life. I converted to Judaism and. Margaret also confessed to her that the sly Otto had taken her ass cherry on the same night that she was in the hospital with her Dad after the accident. That was enough to reduce her to tears and recriminations for her own stupidity.She decided to stay friends with Margaret because the poor girl doted on her and she was comforted by the adoration showered on her by the besotted girl that aped her every movement and expression.Sometimes, when the loneliness was overwhelming, she allowed.