This tour is of art galleries throughout the west.” She asked me my name and I said Ron, she said my name is Alice. Nice meeting you.I went to my ro...m and almost jerked off to the sight of those hot well dressed and obviously very rich women. Then it hit me! There is a bar/restaurant on the first floor and these women would be eating there. I showered, got all cleaned up, put on my best casual clothes. I felt lucky so I took my emergency kit of rubbers, Viagra, and lube. I knew one of these. The girl's fingers trembled and one nail was rough on her shoulder as she peeled the dress off to fall in a billowing pile of cloth around Rita's feet. Rita stepped out of it.Mitzi's slip was a disgrace to womanhood, shapeless as it was, and Rita was glad to pull it off over the girl's head and toss it away.Mitzi's hands were more sure as she lifted Rita's slip by the hem, tugged to get it clear of her tits, and pulled it over her head."My God!" Mitzi said, staring."What's wrong, Mitzi?"Mitzi's. She didn’t have a lot to compare him to in real life, indeed, he was only her third, and frankly the first one almost didn’t count since it was a one night, drunken kind of thing during her last year in Sixth Form. Craig was way better than that…most of the time. In fact, really, of the three, he was the best and she only occasionally had to get herself off after he fell asleep. But she wanted to experience something magical, something that transcended the simply physical. She had, in some. Now she was his Inamorata-to-be.----Milo was proud of his biographical essay. He worked hours on it, honing it, double-checking all the facts. He wrapped a slick folder around it. When he handed it in to Teresa, he told her how hard he had worked on it and he thought she would like it. ‘I look forward to reading it’, she’d said. Milo wished he could be a fly on the wall when she did. The thought made him semi-hard.The following night Teresa sat down to read and grade the papers. She decided to.