I do want to pleasure you though.” The words ‘pleasure you’ made Matt’s cock twitch until he stood in Judy’s kitchen with an obviously erec... penis. “I think a nice tit-wank and a blow job would do you the world of good, Matt. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” Matt’s face blushed intensely. “Ummm, yes. How do you know?” “Women’s intuition. We know these things.” “Oh right. Well you’re correct.” “Your jeans are about to burst, Matt. Take them off and let me see your pipe.” “Are you sure,. Bob thought about it for a moment and then asked me if he could use our computer. He told me that there was no way he could come right out and ask his best friend if he could have sex with his wife. I showed him our computer and he typed an e-mail to my husband at work. The note was short, "Do you really want this to happen with me and your wife?" and he hit the send button. I knew Jim should be returning to his desk soon, so we waited. While we waited, Bob admitted that he had always been. We would have sex five or six times a week, sometimes three times a day. Everything from long languid afternoons of massage and foreplay to quickies in public places. Once at a baseball game she sat on my lap in a tactically parted wrap around skirt. On another, we fuck like mink, buck naked, on the altar of a Catholic church under renovation.( Another story in and of itself.) We were standing in line on the sharply rising steps of our favorite disreputable Chinese restaurant when I heard an. “Business Law,” I answered sarcastically. I had taken a course in business law the previous year and had enjoyed it. It was that introduction to the law that made me see the necessity for a special contract with the plant suppliers. I did not volunteer the actual name of the course or the subject of the paper. Not hearing a response, I got a little anxious. The silence was uncharacteristic. Had I hurt her feelings? Unlikely, I thought, but still…. “Yes, we did step five. It was the greatest 30.