“Something to drink, Brett?” Chryssa offered.“Orange juice please.”“Coming right up,” and she disappeared.She reappeared with my juice. Al...ost as soon as she’d given it to me there was a ring at the front door. “I’ll get it George,” she said.I heard three new voices from the hall, two female and a very deep male voice. A large muscular black guy, taller than my five-eleven, in a black polo-neck appeared at the door.“Malik!” George greeted him from half-way across the room.“Hi, George. Everyone. ”Ed stood up to face Jim. “Go ahead and do what you want. I won’t fight you.”Jim laughed and said, “I just wanted to thank you for what you said to Sherry. Never in a million years did either of us think that you would do what you did tonight. She was genuinely touched.”Ed answered, “It was nothing compared to the damage that I’ve done a thousand times in the past.”Jim shook his head and said, “I wouldn’t say that. You said several important things tonight. Things that she needed to hear from. Holding my cock in her hand she pressed it tenderly. I was squeezing her tits. We moaned in pleasure, “Oohhhh……Aaaaaahhhh….”“Kanakamma ……., you are mine…”“I’m yours….May I now tell you a secret?”“What secret?”“Whenever my husband fucks me, I close my eyes, and in thoughts I bring you in place of him. It is you fucking me then.””It sounds nice. Do you enjoy the sex very much then?” Yes, I enjoy a lot then. I think my interest in sex has increased. It is because of you, darling.” My interest too. Or maybe it wasn't different at all, just reblended, unblemished. Why can't I remember anything? She grappled and groped in her mind, searching for slicked-up memories that slipped from her hands, or bowled over her, too massive to handle, like a man-sized halibut.Eri was still staring down the mirror-image, as if expecting it to attack her, when the dorm's doorknob moved, the door flung open, and a tall, pale girl, facing away from her, with long, watery black hair, about Eri's height (I'm.