“Why haven’t you fucked me yet?”Dave’s reply really surprised Julie. In a clear confident baritone he began to sing. The tune was familiar fro... her parent’s ‘oldies’ music. “. . . turn, turn, turn.” He had an incredible singing voice. It multiplied the effect his voice had on her. Once her astonishment cleared, she heard the words.“And a time to every purpose under heavenA time to sail, a time to swimA time to eat, a time to drinkA time to fuck, I swear it’s not too late.” When Dave ended the. “The teacher’s convention doesn’t start until Wednesday.”“I know,” Gail explained. “I called in a sub for Monday and Tuesday. I’m going earlyso I can visit with my sister, Crystal. She’s going to beauty college there. You knowhow it is, Herb. The folks are a little worried about Crystal all alone in the big city. Ipromised them I’d check up on her a little . . . make sure she’s eating right and notrunning around with a bad crowd. She’s the baby of the family.”“Let’s have one more drink before I. From my index finger Irecovered the "leftover" to lick it preciously.I drank his sperm as a rare gift. The Master's wine is the sommelier'sgratitude."After those main courses where i took possession of your ass in the bar,you honored every part of your Master's body with your tongue and Iforever sealed you to me by giving you my drinking spit, the next fewtimes we'll take it to the next level," he said."With pleasure Master!" I replied, retrieving the rest of his sperm stuckon my chin.8. Shared. At home, they fixed up a shelf as a mini-kitchen. By suppertime, they had heard nothing from the men, so they went to the Union alone. Their four men were at a table in a corner, talking and laughing. The two women sat out of sight, not hiding, simply by themselves. A girl from Mary's humanities section and her date joined them and they chatted pleasantly through the meal. When they were finished and ready to leave, the men had moved to the coffee bar, still talking earnestly, but with frequent.