I maintain that every injustice tolerated leads to another injustice being perpetrated, thus greatly increasing the inequity of this world. I've never...been one to lie down and stomach such evils without fighting back.Let's look at the rather loaded and biased statement that "two wrongs don't make a right". It is circular reasoning at its worst. It assumes that the act itself is inherently wrong, and not merely the context which makes it wrong. Applied consistently to sex, it would mean celibacy. " We're gonna part ways in a couple days and probably never see each other again. I'm sure your dad won't let you call me or write me or anything. So if you wind up not liking it or something, you can just pretend it never happened, and who's gonna know the difference?" But what if I do like it?" Then you have a beautiful memory. And someday, when you finally do run away, you can look me up."She smiled at that, but made no move to get up and kiss me. We sat quietly, thinking about it, glancing. My instinct suggested ‘girl stuff’ but I was better informed. What I had not considered, was that Liz was plotting and planning an elaborate week long sexual build up to a night of raw lust. I had no lectures and her last one finished at4 pm. She burst through the door, tugged my boxers to the ground and pushed me onto the corner of her dorm room bed. I heard her top hit the floor and then her denim skirt. As I managed to sit up right I saw her standing in front of me; perfect tits, tight. “I think you were about to tell us about some of those ‘epic fucks’ with my husband,” Tanya reminded Adriana. “How about telling us about your first time?”Tanner chimed in, “Yeah, Addie, I’d say that one was pretty ‘epic’. Tell us about that one. I’ve never even heard you talk about that time and I’d love to hear it.”I was watching my wife’s face in the mirror. She glanced up at my reflection, seeing the look of anticipation on my face. “How about my first time with Matt, instead?” she said.She.