We both were relative actually but more were friends. I used to share everything thing of my life and she does the same. Sometimes we used to stay tog...ther in her home sometimes at my home. But often all were surrounded us. A few weeks back when she came to my house and fortunately my parents weren’t there for a week. She asked about my parents, for which I said I am alone for a week would you be my company? She said yes why not.? There started my plans of seducing her. She was wearing jean. “Thanks, man. Oh yeah, and this kid, Murphy, looks like he might be the real deal.”“Explain, please, and go into graphic detail.” Todd’s giddiness was easy to hear over the phone. “I want details and color all over this. Did you get any film for the ‘cast?”“Oh, yeah. I got some good film of one play in particular, but first, lemme tell ya, this kid definitely looks like the real deal. First of all, he is built like a platinum brick shithouse.”“Okay, that’s a strange metaphor, but I think I. . he couldn't believe how great it felt to have skirt flowing around his legs... and the weight of the breasts on his body.He decided to walk to the corner cafe for lunch he was greeted by the hostess with a simple smile and a dirty look... The hostess was a rather simple, plain looking girl... probably disgusted at Michael gorgeous looks. She showed him to a booth.The waiter approached and smiled brightly at Michael. "Hello, can I get you something."Michael smiled, and said in the sexiest. "That was the best, sexiest, nastiest sex I've ever had.”"Well, I don't know if I'd go that far, but was pretty good," Cindy agreed sleepily."'Pretty good?'", asked Judy. "Wow Cindy, you must be so jaded to dismiss tonight as only, 'pretty good'."With her eyes still closed, Cindy thought about how in the last two years she had changed from being a one-man woman, to a woman who lived with her husband, her lover and enjoyed any number of other lovers, too, men and women, with her husband’s full.