From that point on, she liked talking about it and asking questions and making suggestions. This was a huge part of our sex life/foreplay for awhile. ...he would initiate sex sometimes by saying something like, "There was a guy at the gas station today that was really checking me out, I think he wanted to fuck me. Do you think I should have fucked him?" We might be getting ready to go out and she would say, “I’m not wearing underwear in case we find a hot guy, I can give him quick access.” She. I don’t yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table.I generally have lunch each day in the Men’s Grill at the Golf Club, so eating out is not an option in the evening. I ‘m ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now, it’s not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each. Well, what do you expect with three hundred teenage girls all cooped up together? I’ve heard that the school was quite a lesbian hotbed in the past, back in the 1960s and 1970s; I don’t know about that, but there’s certainly plenty of girl-on-girl action available now, if you are inclined that way. I am – I’m so inclined that I’m not leaning, I’m horizontal; preferably in my second-most-favourite position, which is on my back with my legs spread wide apart, ready for a female. You can compliment or insult him, but it just goes to the same damn pit. "Alex.." I noticed his hand was out and there was a pinkish paper in it. Grabbing it, I opened it. It read "You're invited to my pool party. 8:00PM to 5:00Am." I looked up slowly, trying to process this. He was already gone before i could comment. "What was that about?" Luke asked Before i could answer, out of the corner of my eyes the table of jocks was staring me down. The only thing that was in my mind was.