She paused, giving him one last chance to back out.“I’ve been waiting all semester for this,” she told him.“M-me too,” he answered. “Longe..., actually.”He could smell a perfume, but what do twenty-one-year-old men know about the perfume choices of women thirty years their senior? There was also the bite of tobacco from the cigarette she’d been smoking while she waited for him at the station and the faint taste of it in the air that you get in a smoker’s house. Another step, and their lips. It was a nine hour drive from where they were in Wisconsin to Indianapolis so Richard and Michelle's house made the perfect overnight stop-over.Every year since then, Michelle and Sharon were invited back to the Writer's Retreat and requested to share a room together. It was an event they both looked forward to every year. In the mean time, they maintained their close friendship by phone or e-mail.Once again time was approaching for this year's retreat. For the past week, their excitement had. "God lets us eat of any tree we want, except thetree of knowledge; for he told us that on the day that we eat of thattree we shall surely die."The serpent scoffed. "No way! When you eat of that tree you will notsurely die, but your eyes will be opened and you will be like gods. Yourhusband was half a god once, you know, and could be again. And so couldyou."Then Eve looked at the fruit of the tree of knowledge and saw that it wasplump and ripe and good to eat. So she took the fruit and ate. Her pussy. I had savored her, rescued her, and now I claimed my sleeping princess. This was so hot. Dizzy pleasure washed through me.The door opened. Nurse Pita burst in and froze.“Dr. Rita?” she gasped. “And... Carly?” Then she descended into rapid Spanish.“I healed her, Nurse,” I groaned, ramming my cock so fast. “With my futa-cum. I healed her, and now I'm injecting her with another load of my futa-cure.”“Yes, yes, yes,” howled Carly, her blonde hair flying, her hands squeezing my tits so.