Only the privileged few were ever invited to the Hanson residence, and an invitation for a whole week meant promotion time, Michael had said."When do ...e leave," Andrea wanted to know."I think as soon as possible, it's about a 3-hour drive and the last thing I want is to be late."Andrea asked, "Do you know who all's going to be there?" Just Mr. Hanson, his latest girlfriend, the Bellamy's and us. This will be some real quality time, and I just know that I'm in line for a huge raise. You'll be. So let's make one, shall we?Every Alternate Sex Culture has to have one feature in common. Just one:1) Vaginal intercourse, while still required for reproduction, is no longer considered the primary "sex" act. It might be considered niche or ignored entirely.Beyond that, there's a lot of possibilities! Specify your culture with these tags for convenience:Act: Which act is the new "fucking?" It could be titfucking, it could be oral, it could be footplay, it could be holding hands for Pete's. The relentless fashion shows whilst her mother was at work, the accidental walking in on me showering (whilst I was behind the curtain), the walking into out bedroom practically naked whilst I returned from a night shift. It was relentless. Laura had created this weird, erotic, hostile environment that only we knew about. Everytime my missus was around, she was nice as pie. As soon as she left, the bitching started followed by flirting. It was a head fuck. A few months passed since her. I’m not sure exactly why I wanted Cynthia to continue demonstrating her submission to me even though I was certain she was mine completely. I think it was because I saw the woman as an authority figure because of her age compared to me and her parental relationship to Carol and Elizabeth. Was it mean of me? Yes. Was it necessary? Probably not, but I was going to do it anyway. Perhaps I was being corrupted by my lotto winnings. If that was the case I certainly didn’t like the type of person I.