"Condies, large XL comprendi?" Stanley explained as he grabbed the plain unbranded box and pulled out a foil pack, "Oh they're Mates, they're fine, I ...an't fit in a durex." It's all right for you!" Bruce complained as Stan chucked him a condom, "Yours is like a pipe cleaner!" Oi, don't listen at the keyhole," Sandra advised, "Dirty bugger!" It fits!" Irene exclaimed as she triumphantly peeled the condom down over Bruce's straining shaft, "Stick it in me big boy." "Uhhhh," Sandra sighed as Stan. As soon as I saw them, I knew this was the group Mangini had spoken of. This was class personified, six squared!They had their favorite table reserved—it was off to the side and back away from the crowd. They stood three on a side at the table as I quickly seated each of them. I had heard the term cougar many times and had never really thought of a woman as a cougar until right now.There were six of them on the prowl tonight and they were sitting at one of my tables - all of them smiling at. I sent her a brief letter asking if she would care to dine with me in two days time.She responded with a note saying she and Trayla would love to have dinner with me, and was looking forward to it with anticipation. Well, I had not really thought of having three for dinner, but what the hell.I looked over my supplies, and decided on steaks, potato salad, vegetables, and Jello for desert. I had everything I needed except for the steaks. I sent a message to the cooks and told them I wanted three. *On the plane ride to Boston, my stomach churned. I hadn't felt that nervous since our wedding day. I couldn't believe what we were about to do. Never in a million lifetimes would I have imagined Monica agreeing to something like this. I had noticed a profound change in her personality, though, since we first began posting her photos online. She was more confident than I had ever seen her. She smiled more often, and held her head high wherever she walked. While she had been somewhat shy.