Closing the front door, Donna walked slowly back into the living room, staring vacantly at the coffee table, her mind whirring with concerned thoughts... Unconsciously, she picked up the martini pitcher, poured the remainder into her empty glass, and drained it in one gulp. The burning sensation in her throat seemed to suddenly bring her to her senses."Damn!" she exclaimed aloud, then set the glass down and walked uncertainly toward the kitchen. She was hungry and opened the refrigerator,. "It'd be easier to just ask the students in this area any questions about law stuff. Especially if they are guys. I don't think they'll be upset answering any question you ask."Danny left to return to his studies and three hours later I closed the third dictionary I'd tried and blew out a disgusted breath of air. I still couldn't make sense of the damned documents. They contained words not in any dictionary. Almost as if they'd been made up.It wasn't just the words though. The sentence. My Emma. Our Rose. Their kiss is accompanied by sighs and moans. Emma moves her body a little higher, climbing Rose like a vine. She lifts her knee over Rose’s body and then tucks both her knees up under her, and I see my opening. Rose's legs are apart now, and Emma's position reveals her secrets too. I sit up and move between their legs. Emma's a few inches shorter than Rose, and I find I can take my tongue on a hitherto unimagined journey. I can begin a lick almost on Rose's arsehole - not. Paul is a 50 year-old VP in my company, ultimately my boss. He seemed conservative, married with a family, but even so I was attracted to him from the day we met. I flirted with him lightly, by text messages and in person, and he responded, but not eagerly. I’m half his age, petite and good-looking, so I figured he could not resist. He chatted about Paris and Rome, about classic cinema, about good food. I listened, and said we should go on a trip to Paris, just the two of us. He said it would.