Virgin semen gave her extra life.Oh Pompeii. Even thousands of years later, she still remembered the sheer debauchery. There were orgies in the street... and sex was the most common commodity in the marketplace. She remembered the gang bangs of poor little whores in the streets, and she remembered saving many of those whores, and converting them to her sisterhood. Her new born sisters were many, and Pompeii had been harvest time.She remembered the orgy of the senator Gaius Lassius. She had pushed. “I certainly do,” he responded, cupping a firm perfectly formed breast.“No, not that. Everything feels more ... real. There are at least three people sustaining this scene. Somebody else must be here,” she asserted. She pushed away from him. A black one-piece swimsuit and T-shirt appeared on her body protecting her modesty. She scanned the crowd cavorting in and around the pool.“There!” She pointed at a petite black haired girl in a blue bikini perched on the edge of the pool. The girl, seeing. We gals were all out on my balcony, naked, soaking up the sun’s rays with the stereo playing, talking, laughing and cutting up as we usually did, I did not hear my phone ring (if it indeed did), so he probably thought I was out with some friends or had gone shopping. The boys all came into the den putting on my TV to watch their game.The curtains which separated the balcony from the den were closed so it was not possible for us gals to be seen from the den by the guys or for us gals to see them. I had a large stiff one ten minutes before I walked into the pizza joint. She noticed I was different, thought I was sick or something. Now I knew she’d go with me heartened me. I said I’d wait for her and walk her home. I felt red-faced and uncomfortable, but she made it easy for me. Her grin was a welcome and a promise. On the way to her place, a tiny studio apartment as it turned out, I took her hand, pulled her close and said, ‘I’ll take you just the way you are.’ We kissed a bit. She.