A few minutes went by, My heart still pounding and our feel still wrapped up in each other. I slowly started moving my feet up and down against hers, ...rembling as I thought she would move away but still, a silent as a rock she just lay there. My heart started beating faster in my chest, My breaths increasing from the weird sensation I was getting from rubbing my feet against hers and I thought to myself this is fun. Suddenly her feet started to move against mine her breaths increases as did. Lots of photos were exchanged beforehand and they looked like their photos. I told them I was bi and they said that the husband is ‘open minded’. After just one drink we were getting along fine and the wife asked if maybe we should head back to their place for another drink. It sounded good to me as I was getting a hardon in my jeans and black speedo already. Their house was only a 5 minute walk from the bar. When we walked in the husband went to the kitchen to make some drinks and the wife. ”“Can I pass on the cigar?”“What do you think, Eve?”“Well, the Surgeon General says these things will kill you, so I suppose so. Of course, in YOUR case, it’s a specific surgeon who WILL kill you!”“Nah, she’ll just sic Birgit on me.”“What?” Deborah asked.“At one party, when I was smoking, my daughter announced that it was bad for me. I get the evil eye now if she sees me smoke my pipe or a cigar. I don’t do it very often, and I make sure she doesn’t see me.”“Birgit or your wife?”“Who do you. Being good at it was quite an achievement too but Cindy now knew there was more to success in life than just being successful in business.The women being interviewed had got it all wrong! So had the interviewer! Taking men on at their own game was futile. Women had to use their natural advantages. Now that Cindy understood the importance of appearance; of dressing professionally to show off her body; of being as friendly and approachable as possible, of plentiful sex, she could go even.