" Good. Now be a dear and make a bed in one of the rooms you've tidied up.Bye."After setting the bed, I examined my clothes. The pants weren't the onl...thing I was worried about - I wasn't wearing the blue shirt anymore(Helen made me change it the previous day). Instead, I was wearing aslightly more feminine one. It was still made of cotton (though muchsmoother), but it was of pale orange color with a pastel flower print,with pearly buttons. I wore a jacket (that matched the pants) over it,but. They wore bell-bottoms and leather fringe and bead shirts found at Goodwill. They had a very non-materialistic view on life, and were really big on recycling. Janice and Menache where kind of hippy-is too, but they bought all the new wave hippy styles. Janice was a potter, and Menache worked in the city. He was a political lobbyist and was paid very well. They were the ‘rich couple’ on the block. Which meant they were still pretty poor by the rest of the world’s standards. They had a little boy. " Dear, dear father, he knew perfectly well I had no real interest in young gentlemen, least of all the cold, calculating Mr Postlethwaite, for whom prudence would require me to feign at least some enthusiasm for marriage, only to be rid of him at the earliest opportunity. Father's kind words confirmed his tolerance of my true nature would continue, regardless of the heartfelt concerns he held for my future. I could never thank him enough for his thoughtful counsel, he deserved nothing less. I was aroused as I had both of them with me, and I went to the kitchen where Maryam was and put my hands in her blouse, but she told me to go to the bedroom and after Miriam had finished and left she would be with me. In my aroused state I went to the bedroom to see that Miriam had stripped nude, and was lying in bed. I removed my clothes and entered her wet and willing vagina, stroking hard in and out of her till she came. She held me close to her for a while because I still was hard inside.