I just unpacked my bags and I laid down on the bed. Cindy, slow as always, was still unpacking hers. Somebody knocked on our door. Probably a teacher....Jessy's bed was closest to the door so she opened the door. The 3 guys from across our room walked into our rooms. They took place on the beds and introduced themselves to us. Their names were Bert, Alex and Kris. Good looking, funny guys as we found out later. My mind started to fantasize about all the naughty things I would love to do with. Threesomes were depicted in several ancient documents and illustrated in Kama Sutra. Alex said we should try it. I said I wasn’t ready and wanted to wait. So, you might say that at the Ides of March party, she internalized her desires.Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was jealousy but now I was ready. I took Norma aside and thanked her for a wonderful party and suggested it might be more memorable in the bedroom. Norma was blonde but not a dumb blonde. She said her boyfriend, who called himself. She stared into the mirror looking at her reflection wondering if she still attracted him. Time had been good to her. But still, something seemed different. His goodbye kiss was just a peck on the neck. His hands avoided her bare breasts still damp from the shower. ‘Perhaps he is having an affair’, she thought. Or maybe he has settled into a bland domestic existence. Lately he wasn’t the passionate poet she married. Oh the sex was still good, but it was coldness to him that morning. A blank. ’She pulled her head from her arms to look at Cal, and then cringed when she saw that he was still naked--and intently jerking at his cock while he stared at his daughter thoughtfully.‘Come here, ‘ he finally said, as though making a decision. Reluctantly, Margo did.Cal pulled his daughter in for a comforting hug. When it was over, he took her face in his hands and kissed it--everywhere, ending with several soft kisses to her mouth. She protested then, moaning, ‘Isn’t this wrong? Isn’t it.