” We laughed and she continued chatting, “…I like it here. I’m not cut out for Broadway, and here I get leading roles easily…And what do you...do?...So you’ve been to Martinique? You know our creole?...A few words is still a few words more than anyone else seems to…How did you get interested in our islands?...So at least you’ll have a warm place to move to when you try to find a job with a degree about our past…And they pay you to do that?”The conversation continued, light and friendly, for half. I was no longer thinking how odd it was tobe in this situation. This was real, this was my life, and I couldn'tbe any happier. I was with four people who had supported me and caredfor me. One more than the other three and I reached for Jenny's handand flashed her a smile. She returned the smile and I think she knewwhat I was thinking.We got back to the flat and began getting changed for the big night atCharlotte's. Katie couldn't believe my and Jenny's excitement. Nikkihowever began to. “Fuck, she’s a wet one,” he exclaimed, “Time to fill this slut up with some man meat, I think.” I released Colin and rearranged myself on all fours on the floor with my thighs open. Colin knelt in front of me and put his cock back in my mouth. As I resumed sucked on him, I felt the crotch of my panties being pulled aside, letting the air cool my wet snatch. Hank caressed my pussy’s soft lips with his fingers for a moment, then slipped his cock into me. It felt wonderful and seemed to go on. ”“How up are you on reading your Caesar?”“I never studied Latin ... It’s in English on the facing page.”“It says these are all based on recipes from Apicius,” Logan remarked, “the world’s oldest extant cook book ... from around 100AD.”“Peacock Patties, seasoned with juniper berries and Roman spices,” she read. “Note — A substitution has been made for peacock.”“That’s a relief,” Logan replied. “I couldn’t live with myself thinking a beautiful peacock joined the choir invisible simply to supply.