..so do you," I hear myself say as he lights mycigarette for me again. Oh my god. I just called another guy sweetie butwhy am I saying this to him? I ...on't want to admit this but being withhim is kind of nice. He lights my cigarettes for me, buys me drinks andmakes me feel good. It really shouldn't be happening like this but it isand I like it. Im not sure why I like but I do and part of me.......areally big part of me....doesn't want it to stop..........I'm enjoyingit too. I am enjoying making her squirm and practically trying to climb up the side of the car. I speed up thrusting my fingers in and out of her while keeping them rotating and curved to reach where I want. Her muscles are getting tighter and tighter around my fingers, making them hard to move. I keep going, knowing the end result will be absolutely worth it. It is so delicious to make and see a woman orgasm. I view women as nature’s work of art, one of her masterpieces. Women are downright beautiful. My mom was a housewife. I did well in school and graduated as Salutatorian.”“Not Valedictorian? I’m shocked,” she said with an impish grin.“You wouldn’t be if you had ever met my good friend, Harrison Bell. He went to Harvard, just like his father. I went to Princeton, but only because they gave me a half scholarship. I went to Fordham Law and worked for the Manhattan DA’s office for three years before opening my own office here in Nassau County. I’m 33, single—never been married—and I. “I have several issues with this, believe me, but my principal concern is that I understand that none of you have been using protection,” she continued. “The young women I’ve spoken to do use birth control, of course, but there is always the risk of STDs.” Thomas reluctantly unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his trousers. He noticed Ms. Chapin’s eyes drop to his flat mid-section. He unsnapped a button and opened his pants. “I… I have a responsibility here.” Her voice sounded an.