"I didn't think so. Grandmotherhad to fight to get me to take the job. I didn't understand that itcould be as much fun to run the park as to play in i...." She got a far-off look in her eyes. "Turns out she was right. Like she is on somany things." She sounds like a neat lady. I'd like to meet her sometime."Anya's smile hid some secret, something that clearly amused her."Oh, I'm sure you'll get a chance."As we walked to the door, me to go back to class, and Anya to goto work, I had to ask the one. What else would anyone think?I went straight home and sat down on the bed, the bed were I was experiencing vivid dreams of making passionate love to my "dead" husband. It really did seem real to me, but that was impossible. I sat on that bed for the rest of the day, running everything through my mind, again and again, trying to figure out what had happened to me. What 'was' happening to me?Weird scenarios began running through my head. Maybe someone had drugged me and had sex with me over and. I made eye contact with each of them one by one, and then I gave them all a huge grin and raised my hands above my head. I stood with my legs spread wide, letting them soak in my full nudity. Because my legs were so spread, my pussy lips were opened up, and they could see my sopping wet pussy through the short red pubic hair. I don't shave it all, but I keep the hair very short so my pussy was pretty exposed to their stares. "Living after Midnight" was the last song on the CD, and they all got. “The butterfly orgasm,” said Wim. “It never fails.” While Sophie was recovering, I replenished drinks. Derry raised his glass to Wim and said, “What did Hannah mean when she said you had some experience?” “It’s true. But not here. This has been our first experience in London. When we want some fun we go back to Nederland.” “Amsterdam.” “Oh no. Amsterdam is too commercial, too vulgar. And too many drugs. But we have friends in Enschede where a small circle meets from time to time. No drugs, not.