I inserted my third finger also inside her pussy and she was in heaven. While my left hand was inside her pussy, our mouths were busy kissing each oth...r.With my right hand, I slowly went to her boobs. But her bra was too tight this time as well. My hands were struggling to enter Ayesha’s bra. I said to her in her ears, “Whore, go home, remove your bra and come”.She got up and went to her home and came back in 10 minutes as her house was too close to the cafe. When she came near me, I could see. They had such a perfect marriage and I wanted that, too. Every Valentine’s Day I spent alone reinforced my belief that maybe I wouldn’t have the chance to be happy, after all.Even when I was with George, the fabulous literary agent, he had to fly to California to work with an author on our Valentine’s Day.Typical. It was probably to see Phyllis.So here I was, a few days after a traumatically unhappy New Year’s, wiping ice off my back and wishing away the next few months. Stores and restaurants. We guys ran a train on her butt. The swats hurt her but she loved being butt fucked by every guy in the class. Loni performed cleaning duties on our cocks and her holes.Our classes were unremarkable. We learned facts. Math and science were strongly pushed by our educational system. There was a class on sex that we had to take each year. We were taught the few rules limiting our activities and given the opportunity to try many different positions. My only time being butt fucked was in that. The blossom on the trees and the occasional breath of cool breeze betrayed the fact that the year was still young. But as the sun bathed us in an unfamiliar warmth, the clear blue sky above seemed to stretch on forever. Heather lay beside me on a picnic blanket. Sunglasses hiding her eyes as she relaxed and drank in the beauty of the day. I sat beside her, reading a book. Occasionally glancing at where her dress rose up just far enough to permit a glimpse of soft inner thigh. "What are you.