Also a dramatic arts major, a frequent party-goer that had a weird reputation around the women of the university. Almost every party-faring freshman g...rl at the university had some kind of story about him. When they told the stories, it was clear that every word out of their mouths was tainted with bitterness, and yet, every story involved them falling hopelessly for him and not ending at just ‘making out with him at that party’ or something. Oh no. It went far beyond that. Most of the. Any lover of yours is a lover of mine. Including your wives here, I might add,” Christy announced.Then she slipped me plenty of tongue as Jess did for Stavros before swapping to let both of us taste our mixed fluids.“Yes, welcome to the family, welcome to the harem, to the tribe, my loves,” I told them, “What’s mine is Stavros’s and what’s his is mine. That also means that you belong to Tricia, Vicki, and my daughters here. And to Rachel and to Rebecca Cohen here, lest we forget. I took you. Maybe five times had been too much for her. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who noticed, because when Mom was cleaning the table, she had advice for Erin."Why don't you go up and take a nice hot bubble bath, Sweetie. I'm sure it will make you feel better. Ginny, you should take one after Erin. They're sooo relaxing." Erin headed upstairs and Ginny helped Mom clear the table and do the dishes. Dad and Ted had gone in to the living room to watch the game.Me, I went upstairs and straightened up. So before going to the shower I once again had a peak through the curtains and found that the young worker was standing patiently and looking towards my window. I had a shower and the whole time I was debating with myself should I open the curtains and allow him to watch my sexy body or to let it be closed. In the end, the later thinking won and I got ready and went to office. The whole day in the office I was just thinking and cursing myself as to why I did not opened up the curtains, what.