”“I’m sure we’re not being ranked on our academics...”“You’d be wrong. The rankings are by the student body using an on-line survey. Aca...emics are part of the survey.”“Martin! This is outrageous! These descriptions ... all of them are critiques of our physical appearances!”“That’s the Lampoon staff’s contribution,” he explained. “They take the survey results and cast them in those terms.”“I ... I won’t stand for it!”“Relax and take a chill pill,” Martin replied. “It’s all in good fun.”“It is. They built a fire and the meal was spartan but nourishing. Renee was asleep within minutes of finishing the meal. Christine was not so lucky however, as she spent a great portion of the night restless with the knowledge that Raluu was looking at her constantly with that lecherous grin.They got an early start the next morning and despite the fact that there were ravines and some hilly areas, their progress was quite good. Renee was in good spirits and actually urged them on. Christine had spoken. Sighing tiredly, I walked over to a large teakwood desk that, according to one of my wives, 'utterly dominated' the room.Pausing to run my fingers across the smoothly polished surface, I could feel the vibrations emanating from the old wood. Those vibrations, scenes really, for anyone who could read them, were filled with memories of things that had transpired since I had acquired the desk, as well as memories from when my grandfather had also sat behind it. Shaking my head to clear away those. I saw Kim place her head on the fireman’s shoulder and give a very tiny shudder, which I knew to mean that she was cumming. From his fingers being inside her pussy and on her clit. On the dance floor. I realized with horror that if I had been jacking off, I would’ve cum in my pants right when Kim did. What was wrong with me? Why did some part of me enjoy seeing my wife of 10 years get fingered by another man? Just when I thought I wasn’t going to be able to take it anymore, Kim put her feet.