She had fractured her budget, but somehow she'd balance it out, or maybe her alimony check might be early this month... if it came at all. Anyway, she...wasn't going to think about that. They were going to have baked potatoes and tossed salad, and just to be on the safe side, she had bought a bottle of good red wine. Moreover, she'd decided to dress her best for him, choosing her black, mini taffeta affair which was backless, consequently leaving her without a brassiere. It was really the nicest. She took the vacation time off from work, packed her bags, and paid the 100-credit charge for the gateway.As she looked out at the city and took in the scene, she saw all the details that Alan had seen. She saw the early-twenty-first-century buildings and the Honda-Civic-like cars. Then she looked at the people. The Alpha women were very beautiful, and the Alpha men... the men were gorgeous hunks. They all looked like Fabio, or Harrison Ford, or Jerry Seinfeld. She was standing in the midst of. The glass was warm, similar to the jug; she had heated it so that it was at an acceptable temperature - body temp she later told me.Taste their cum and then fuck me John, she said.How could I refuse; so I took the glass, in time with hers and poured the nectar onto my tongue. It was a joy to taste, after all I'd tasted them before as well as my own, so I looked to Mary as to whether I should swallow. She tossed it back and gulped it down. I thought that I would win 'brownie' prizes if I did. My hesitation was gone and I was already planning what I wanted to do to her the next time we met up. But we had to work through our personal and professional schedules to find just the right time to be together, without being suspected or caught. The weeks turned into months. Tina was getting no satisfaction what so ever from her husband. I at least was still having the regular sex with Stephanie. Tina and I exchanged almost all of our sexual pasts with each other – what we’ve done, what we.