I had rented office accommodation and an apartment in Austin and hired several programmers, engineers and office staff so that we could service our ex...sting clients. I advertised our services in the main newspaper in each city and we began to build a base of steady clients both long term and individual. The upper echelon in Philly were becoming very impressed with our earnings and I was feeling very satisfied with myself and the expanding office. In my spare time (what there was of it) I was. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I think I can read your mind. As a matter of fact, I’d quite like an excuse to get a good look at the tackle hidden in those shorts of yours! You show me yours and I’ll show you mine!”“It’s a deal!”~ ~ ~ ~ ~We slipped out of the house immediately after breakfast. My knapsack held the two packed lunches we’d persuaded the grumpy manageress to put together for us, some fruit scrumped from the garden, our beach towels, a bottle of brandy, four cans of ginger ale and two. A couple months after graduation, we all get together one last time. Some in the group have one more year, but most of us are going our separate ways to college. We talk about everything—including, inevitably, sex. After all, it’s one subject that interests everyone. As that thread of the conversation seems to be fading, I ask, “From a woman’s perspective, what makes a man good in bed? What will make you want to have sex with him, and brag to your friends?”I don’t really expect an answer, but I. I kiss you again, this time with more passion, running my tongue along your closed lips. You open your lips, and our tongues playfully wrestle as the kiss becomes heated, more desperate. My right hand moves to hold the back of your neck gently, and I pull our bodies closer still with my left. I pull away and stare into your eyes. I run my hands from your shoulders down your arms, my thumbs brushing your breasts slightly. I pull your top off, over your head. I run my fingers down between your.