The Sultry Professor by Lingaman (Hetero sex)


Chapter I

Sam saw the light turning red as he made a gentle right turn into the 
driveway of the Conference Center. He found a parking spot halfway down 
the row, and eased into the spot, taking care not to get too close to 
the van parked awkwardly in the spot to his right. He shook his head at 
the careless manner in which the van was parked, and got out. Grabbing 
his briefcase, he made his way to the entrance, and soon found himself 
looking into the bright, smiling face of the young girl at the 
registration desk. He gave his name, and thanked the girl as she 
smartly handed him his registration package, and directed him to the 
rooms where the technical sessions had already begun.

Sam saw the rows of partitions in the large open space to his right as 
he turned the corner, looking for the lecture hall where an important 
session was being held. These were the poster boards, which were used 
by researchers to display their technical work. As the director of the 
technology marketing group for his company, he was responsible for 
keeping abreast of the developments being presented at the conference. 
Sam always looked forward to these meetings, because he not only could 
keep track of his competitors, but got the chance to meet many young 
people starting out in the technology development business. There were 
many young faculty members from various universities who presented 
their work at this meeting, which was funded by various federal 
programs.

The room he was looking for was at the end of the hallway. As he 
approached the room, his eye caught a glimpse of a young woman standing 
near one of the poster presentations. She was talking to a couple of 
people, obviously explaining her project. She had a slightly high-
pitched voice, not the annoying kind, but with a slight metallic 
quality. Sam quickly looked at her, and noted with a smile that she had 
a rather nice figure, which was concealed by her business suit attire. 
She had her hair in a pony tail, and had full, red lips. She was about 
medium height, with long, shapely legs.

Sam briefly nodded to her as she looked in his direction, and gave a 
polite smile. He opened the door to the lecture room, and stepped in, 
closing the door carefully behind him. The speaker was wrapping up his 
presentation, and as Sam adjusted to the dark room, someone behind him 
turned on the lights, just as the speaker concluded his remarks. Sam 
found a couple of empty chairs in the last row, and sat down in one of 
them. He listened absent-mindedly to the discussion, as he flipped 
through the program to see who the next speaker was. He glanced at his 
watch, and noted that the session was quite on time. He nodded his head 
in approval.

He looked around, to see if he recognized any of the people in the 
audience. There were a few of his friends sitting way ahead near the 
front. As he adjusted himself in his chair, he heard a soft voice 
behind him.

"Is this chair taken?"

Sam recognized the voice of the woman he had passed earlier in the 
hallway. He turned and looked at her. She had taken off her jacket, 
revealing a nice figure. Sam smiled and half arose in his chair.

"No. No one is sitting here. Please sit down."

The woman thanked him and bent forward to put down her briefcase, 
giving a brief view of her cleavage through the open neck of her 
blouse. She slid into the chair, and turned to him. Offering her hand, 
she said in a pleasant voice, "Hi. I am Sandra Richards."

"I am Sam Mandell," Sam replied, "Pleased to meet you."

Sandra nodded in acknowledgment, and asked, "What do you do, Sam?"

"I am the vice president of marketing for Falconcrest Industries. And 
you?"

"Oh, I am just a lowly assistant professor at the Silver Springs 
University in Washington."

"Why the self-dismissal? Don't you like teaching?"

"I am sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You are a big corporate 
executive, and compared to that I am only a junior faculty member."

"So what? I am sure what you do is very important."

"I think so. But it is so hard and so frustrating to convince all the 
establishment people that university faculty do know something about 
applied research, and we should be properly funded."

"Well, that's interesting. I take it you don't have a lot of funding."

"No. I am just starting out. I got some money from the government, and 
the department helped out a little. But I need more money to prove the 
concept I am working on, so that I can get more grants. What is your 
interest in this conference, Sam?"

Before Sam could reply, the session chairman announced the next 
speaker, and the lights dimmed. Sam said to her in a low voice, 
"Listen, I am not really interested in this speaker. If you like, we 
could sit down over coffee and talk about your work. I will tell you 
why I am here."

"Sounds great. Let's go."

They got up, and quietly left the room. They found a secluded table in 
the corner of the restaurant that was located on the same floor. Sam 
ordered two coffees, and turned to her. Sandra took off the band that 
kept her hair in the pony tail and shook her head. Sam watched as her 
cascading, long, black hair that draped around her shoulders. He saw 
her breasts jiggle slightly as she shook her head. When he looked at 
her face, he saw her watching him. She smiled at him, showing a row of 
bright white teeth. She was beautiful, Sam concluded, almost too 
beautiful to be a junior faculty member at some nondescript university. 
She looked quite intelligent, and sure had a very pleasant personality.

"So, what brings you to this conference, Sam?"

"Well, we are in the business of developing and marketing advanced 
technologies. We have a group of scientists who work on various 
projects, and develop new things. My job is to do the marketing 
assessment of what they do, and make sure we are not wasting money on 
dead-end projects. It is very hard to come by R&D dollars these days, 
you know."

"You are telling me," Sandra replied, smiling. "I was talking to those 
two Japanese participants earlier when you saw me. They are interested 
in my work, but don't want to fund me to do more research. It is so 
frustrating."

"Now hold on, Sandra. Tell me what research you are doing. But before 
that, let me show you what our company is involved in."

He turned and picked up his briefcase, and pulled out a brochure. He 
gave it to Sandra, and watched her face as she eagerly looked through 
it. He saw her eyes light up, as she came to one page.

Sandra looked up at him, and asked, barely trying to conceal her 
excitement, "I didn't know you guys do process simulation. That is my 
area of expertise. I worked on simulation of industrial manufacturing 
processes for my Ph.D. work. Oh, I am so glad I met you. Do you think 
your company might be able to give me some money for research."

"I don't know. You have to tell me what exactly you do."

"Okay. Let's finish this coffee, and go to my poster. I will show you 
my recent work."

They went back to her poster, and Sandra launched into a detailed 
explanation of her research. Sam listened attentively, his eyes focused 
on her animated face. Occasionally he would glance at her breasts as 
they moved with her rapid breathing. He realized that this woman was 
not only quite smart, but was working in a particular area of critical 
interest for his company. The scientists at Falconcrest were stumped by 
a peculiar problem in their work, and were unable to figure out why 
some of their experiments were failing to give reproducible results. He 
looked carefully at Sandra's data, and had a feeling that she might be 
able to help his group.

Sandra stopped talking, and took a deep breath.

"So what do you think?"

Sam smiled, and said, "Very interesting. You are a smart lady, Sandra. 
Beautiful and smart. A potent combination, one that I admire 
tremendously."

Sandra blushed several shades of red. "Thank you, Sam. Do you think you 
can help me?"

"It's possible. I have to learn more about your work. I realize this is 
a brief summary of what you have done. I think we should talk in 
greater detail. What are you doing for dinner?"

"I have no plans."

"Then please join me for dinner. Any particular choice?"

"Not really. How about you?"

"I am vegetarian. So I have to be more picky. You don't mind vegetarian 
food, do you?"

"Not at all. I could use some healthy food. I have to watch my 
calories."

"Oh, don't worry. They are all going to all the right places," Sam 
said, giving her a slow, appreciative glance.

Sandra blushed again.

"Thanks. You are in good shape also. Do you work out?"

"Goodness, no. I hate exercise."

"Then how do you keep so fit?"

"I do yoga."

"Oh."

"I religiously do my exercises every morning. It's the most inexpensive 
way to keep fit. No fancy, expensive equipment is needed. Just a 
commitment and a regular schedule."

"I have wanted to learn yoga for along time. I read some books on it."

"Forget the books. You can't learn properly from books. You have to 
have a good teacher."

"Well, that's the problem. I have heard many of these so-called gurus 
don't really teach properly."

"Yes, especially the western teachers who try to make it into a popular 
exercise and fitness regime. They have badly distorted the tradition 
and purpose of yoga. The postures are merely one of the eight aspects 
of what we Indians call yoga. In the west, it has been distorted into a 
commercial industry, and all the beneficial potencies are lost."

Sandra shrugged her shoulders, and said, "So how am I going to find an 
authentic teacher?"

"I admit it is not easy, but not impossible. I could give you some 
names and phone numbers of authentic Indian teachers, who are faithful 
to the ancient traditions."

"Great. So what's next?"

Sam looked at his watch. It was already 5 p.m.

"Where are you staying?"

"At the Marriott. And you?"

"Don't know. I just drove in this afternoon."

"Then why don't you try the Marriott? I don't think they are full. That 
way, we can spend more time discussing my work."

"Okay. If you are done here, let's go. I need to shower and change. 
Then we can find a nice place to eat. Do you have a car?"

"No. Our project travel budget is limited. I rode with some other 
people this morning."

"Then come on. I have a car. You can navigate and tell me about 
yourself."

They left the conference hall, and walked out to the parking lot. 
Sandra directed him to the hotel that was about five miles from the 
conference place. After he had checked in, he grabbed his bags from the 
car, and joined her at the elevator.

"Which floor are you on?" Sandra asked him.

"Seventh. Room 718. How about you?"

"Room 720. We have adjacent rooms."

"Is that good or bad?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you might not want to be that close to me."

"Why? Are you planning to seduce me?"

"The thought has crossed my mind," Sam said, laughing.

"Oh, really?" Sandra looked squarely at him. "I take it as a 
compliment."

"It is intended to be. You are quite a gal, Sandra."

"Just to warn you, I am married."

"That figures. Gorgeous women like you are always tied up with someone 
else. Well, here we are. Give me about 30 minutes. I'll knock on your 
door when I am ready."

"Okay."

Sandra fiddled with her room key, as Sam walked past her to the next 
room, which was separated from her room by a janitor's closet. She 
watched his back, thinking about his mildly flirtatious comments. She 
waved to him as he opened his door and stepped in. Sandra closed the 
door of her room behind her and kicked off her shoes. She was mildly 
excited by the possibility that Sam's company might be able to give her 
some research money. She wanted to make sure that she kept his interest 
in her at a high level. She had not detected any overtly amorous moves 
or intentions from him, and she felt confident that his interest was 
purely professional. She took off her jacket and blouse, and unzipped 
her skirt. She stepped out of it, and walked into the bathroom in her 
undergarments. She looked in the mirror at her figure, and smiled. She 
knew Sam had been looking at her breasts, which were quite firm and 
full. She removed her bra and started rolling off her panty hose, 
watching herself in the mirror as her breasts jiggled with her 
movements. She found her nipples hardening as she stripped. She ran her 
palms over them, gently squeezing her flesh, and pressing her hands 
over her flat belly. She looked at the dark bush at the juncture of her 
long, shapely legs, and fanned the hair with her fingers. With a deep 
sigh, she turned to start the shower, and stepped in.

As the water from the shower hit her face and neck, she stepped back, 
letting the water flow over her shoulders and breasts. Her nipples 
hardened further as the sharp jets impinged on them. Stepping back even 
further, she allowed the jets to hit her pubic mound, reaching for the 
bar of soap. She soaped herself vigorously, unconsciously rubbing the 
bar between her legs. A thick lather formed in her hands, and she 
scrubbed herself thoroughly between the legs. The warmth of the water, 
and the massage from her hand caused an immediate reaction from her 
body. Sandra moaned softly as she felt her excitement rising and her 
hands started rubbing the soft and sensitive flesh between the legs 
with increased urgency. In a few minutes, she was on the brink of 
orgasm, and she cried out when a sharp shudder shook her whole body 
from head to toe. She could feel the contractions as she slowly slid 
down into the tub, moaning with pleasure, and rubbing her inflamed 
flesh. She could feel the slippery fluid on her fingers. She brought 
them to her nose. The unmistakable smell of her aroused passion made 
her shudder once more. She stayed in the crouching position for several 
minutes, tightly clutching her hand between her legs. Finally she got 
up slowly, and rinsed herself off.

Stepping out of the shower, she pulled off a towel to dry herself.

"Wow! That was something," she thought to herself, wondering why she 
suddenly felt so horny during the shower. She walked out of the 
bathroom, scrubbing her wet hair, and opened her suitcase to pick the 
clothes for the evening.

"I don't know what you have in mind, Sam," she said to herself, "but 
somehow I have a feeling that we'll end up in bed before this 
conference is over." She realized that she liked Sam, and was somewhat 
attracted to him. She thought of Ken, her husband, and wondered what he 
might say if she told him about her orgasm in the shower. She knew he 
would be turned on. Smiling, she pulled out a dark green dress that 
barely reached her knees, and took out a black slip to wear under it. 
The dress was dark green, with built-in supports for the breasts, and 
was open at the shoulders. Sandra realized that the dress would invite 
even more attention from Sam who had not bothered to conceal his 
attraction to her charms earlier, even with her conservative business 
suit.

She recalled a momentous evening several months ago, when she and Ken 
had been invited to his boss' home for a party. Ken's boss had taken an 
immediate liking to her, and had openly flirted with her. Ken seemed 
not to mind, and later as they were driving home, he had confessed that 
he had been terribly turned on by the whole thing. They had made 
furious love that night, and Ken had confessed to her that he was open 
to such intimate relationships outside of their marriage, as long as 
they told each other about it.

She sat down to apply makeup to her face, taking extra care to 
liberally apply perfume to her breasts, armpits and crotch. She applied 
the soft, talcum powder to her cleavage, and inner thighs, and selected 
a deep red shade of lipstick for her lips. She took out the peal 
necklace to wear over her emerald-green dress. Satisfied, she stood up 
and looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror. She pinched her 
erect nipples, and sighed. Touching herself between the legs, she 
pleasantly discovered that she was wet. She knew this evening was going 
to be momentous. Then, turning to the clothes she had picked out, she 
began dressing. Pulling the slip over her head, Sandra wondered if she 
might let Sam flirt with her. She pulled on her panty, and slipped the 
dress over her head, reaching behind her back to button it. She watched 
her breasts thrust forward as she fumbled with the buttons in her back, 
and smiled with satisfaction that her ample cleavage was readily 
visible. She felt horny in that moment, and decided that she would not 
discourage any moves from Sam if he felt so inclined.

In his room, Sam was thinking about the young professor. He knew she 
had a terrific body, even though her format attire did a decent job of 
hiding her attributes. He had an eye for such things. He had also 
detected a mild response from her to his suggestive remarks. As he 
scrubbed himself vigorously in the shower, he found himself getting 
hard. He looked down at his throbbing organ, and smiled.

"Well, buddy. Let's see if you will have any luck tonight," he said to 
his arousal, and gently squeezed the shaft in his hands.

He closed his eyes as the pleasing sensations ran up his spine. He 
continued to squeeze the shaft with one hand, playing with the 
glistening, purple tip with the fingers of his other hand. He traced 
the sensitive ridge around the head, almost scrubbing it as if to wash 
the bulbous tip. His organ twitched sharply upward as the pleasure in 
his loins caused a stirring in his sacs. He did not want to spend 
himself, and so reluctantly he let go, patting his organ as it slowly 
subsided. Getting out of the shower, he dried himself, and walked out 
of the bathroom.

He combed his hair, and sprayed his favorite cologne on his body, 
taking particular care to spray his chest, belly and crotch. He winced 
when some of the cologne splashed on his organ, causing a stinging 
sensation. He pulled on his jockey underwear and adjusted his crotch. 
He liked this particular brand of underwear, as it afforded a very 
quick and easy access to his manhood through the horizontal panel in 
the front instead of the standard vertical panel. Many a time he had 
found his organ slipping out from this panel when he was aroused, often 
causing an embarrassing bulge in the pants as the tip of the penis 
broke free of the confinement. But he still liked this brand, since it 
kept him in a state of semi-arousal because of the friction on the tip 
caused by the design of the overlapping panels.

Sam took a final look in the mirror as he finished dressing, and 
slipped his feet into the loafers. Grabbing his wallet and room key, he 
stepped out, and walked the few steps to Sandra's room. He knocked 
gently. Sandra called out that she was almost ready. He nodded to 
himself, as he turned and started walking down the hallway. He heard 
the door open, and turned around.

"I'm almost done, Sam. Would you like to come in?"

Sam raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, "Well, well, well. This 
is beginning to look promising."

Loudly, he said, "Sure, if you are okay with it."

"Yes, I am. I am well covered. Come in. I just have to finish the 
makeup. You know how it is."

"Yes, I know," Sam said, laughing, and followed her into the room.

He glanced around and found the room fairly neat, except for her open 
suitcase which revealed some of her intimate garments to his gaze. 
Sandra noticed him looking at them, and quickly closed the suitcase.

"I can't find my shoes," she said as she bent forward to look under the 
bed.

Her back was turned to him, and as she bent, her dress rode up over her 
thighs. Sam could clearly see her white panty, and the plumpness 
between her legs. His organ stiffened immediately, and to his chagrin 
he realized that the tip had slipped past the opening in the panel. He 
looked down at himself and could see the slight bulge. He thought of 
quickly packing his organ in properly, but just then Sandra 
straightened up, and turned around. She had found her shoes. Sam 
quickly pulled his hand away from his crotch, but not before she had 
noticed his movement. She glanced quickly at his bulge, and he could 
see a slight smile developing in her eyes as she looked into his face.

"Thanks so much for inviting me out for dinner. How do I look?"

"Gorgeous. It's hard to take my eyes off you. You are quite stunning, 
professor." He laughed at his joke.

Sandra laughed and came closer. She quickly kissed him on the cheek, 
brushing her ample bosom against his chest. As she stepped away and 
turned toward the door, her hand brushed across the bulge in his pants. 
He knew she had felt his arousal and she had done it on purpose. Not to 
be outdone, he quickly reached across to open the door for her, making 
sure that his hand pressed against her breasts. Sandra gasped at this 
unexpected move, and looked sharply at him. Sam winked and said, "After 
you, m'lady."

"Do you always flirt so openly with married women, Sam?"

"Sure, why not? I have not met a woman who does not like a little 
innocent attention to their charms from me. It makes for a fun-filled 
evening, don't you think?"

"I am sure it does," she said, closing the door, and snuggling up to 
him as he put his arm around her waist.

They walked down the corridor to the elevator. Once inside, Sandra 
turned and stood facing him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she 
said softly, "Sam, I really appreciate you having dinner with me."

"It's my pleasure, believe me." Sam pulled her into his arms, and 
lowered his head to kiss her.

Sandra turned her face, offering him her cheek. Then she forced herself 
out of his arms, and said softly, "You are a very attractive man. But I 
don't want to give you a false idea that I am being easy because I want 
your money for my research."

"Perish the thought, Sandra. I am just appreciating your beauty, and I 
can see that you are enjoying it. Don't let these unnecessary doubts 
spoil the fun. Here we are."

The door opened, as they separated from each other. They walked out to 
the parking lot, and got in the car. Sam looked at Sandra a few times 
during the drive to the restaurant, but she was quiet. Most of the 
time, she kept looking out of the window. A couple of times she looked 
at him and smiled but said nothing. Sam wondered if he might have gone 
too far with her. He almost started to say something, but changed his 
mind. He figured that she might relax after a drink or so, and it would 
be better to wait until she was ready to talk.

His hunch was right. Sandra visibly relaxed after a glass of red wine. 
They started to speak almost at the same time, and started laughing.

"You first," Sandra said.

"No, you first. I want to know why you were so silent in the car."

"Oh. I was thinking of my husband."

"Your husband? Are you regretting our meeting, and dinner date?"

"Oh, no, Sam," Sandra reached across the table, surprised. "I was just 
thinking about Ken because I forgot to call him before we left. He must 
be waiting for my call."

"Well, we can fix that," Sam said, and caught the attention of the 
waiter. "Is there a phone nearby? The lady would like to make a phone 
call."

"No problem. I will bring the phone to the table. Will it be a long-
distance call, Ma'am?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all. You can charge the call separately, or we can add it 
to the bill."

"Add it to the bill then," Sam said.

"No, no. I will pay for it, Sam. You don't have to."

"Don't argue with me, young lady," Sam said, "this night is on me. 
Besides, it is my fault that you missed the call. Please bring the 
phone."

"Yes, sir." The waiter disappeared.

Sandra shook her head, and said, "You are a big bully, Sam."

"I am a pussy cat. What are you talking about?" Sam said, feigning hurt 
feelings.

Sandra started laughing. She pressed his hand, and said, "You are 
really something. You know how to get away with anything."

"Thank you. Now, let's get down to business. I must have some excuse to 
charge this dinner to the expense account."

"Will you stop it? My cheeks are beginning to hurt, with all this 
laughing."

"I can fix that. Bend forward. Let me massage your cheeks and jaws. I 
am not kidding. Move forward."

Sam reached across and took her face in his hands. He gently pressed 
his fingers around her lips and jaw muscles. Sandra tried to look 
around, to see if any other patrons might be watching them, but Sam had 
her face in his grip.

"Don't worry about others. Let them look. Just relax."

Sandra gave up. She felt a slight arousal in her nipples at the 
forcefulness of this handsome man who insisted on having his way with 
her. For a wild moment, she wondered if he would be similarly 
aggressive in bed also. Then she blushed at the thought, and looked at 
him, trying to smile.

"Don't smile just yet. I am almost done," Sam said softly, as his 
fingers tenderly massaged her face for a few more minutes.

Then he sat back, patting her cheeks gently.

"There. How does it feel now?"

Sandra massaged her face lightly. With surprise, she said, "It does 
feel better. What other skills do you have, Sam, to seduce a woman?"

"Do you think I am trying to seduce you?"

"Yes. And you know it, too. You are quite a man, Sam. And I am enjoying 
all the attention."

"Well, you should. I am on my best behavior right now."

"Oh, my. What do you do when you are not?"

"You didn't ask that question. I have ignored it."

"Why? Are you afraid to answer?"

"Of course not. But I don't think you will like the answer."

"Try me."

Sam looked at her; he was getting turned on by the obvious signals she 
was sending at him. She looked so delectable in that low-cut dress, 
with her cleavage showing to advantage, that he could feel his arousal 
straining at the front of his trousers. He watched her face intently. 
Sandra matched his gaze for a few moments, and then looked away. She 
could feel the heat rising between her legs as she stared this 
attractive man. She knew he wanted her, and that she wanted him also. 
At the same time, she worried about what he might think of her. She 
knew he could help her with some research funding, but she did not want 
him to think that she was offering herself as a price for that favor. 
She was a happily married woman, and she did not want to cheat on her 
husband, even though the passion in her loins urged her to do so.

The waiter returned with the phone. With a sigh of relief, Sandra 
dialed home. She heard Ken pick up the phone at the other end. She 
looked at Sam. He nodded, and excused himself. He needed to visit the 
men's room anyway. When he returned, Sandra had completed the call, and 
was waiting for him. She smiled with delight as he sat down.

"What? Did your husband give you permission to flirt with me?"

Sandra started laughing. "God, you are persistent. What if I said yes?"

"Then I'd say that he is either an angel or a moron."

"He's not a moron, so that settles it. Now, can we change the subject, 
and do some business talk? You need that expense deduction, don't you?"

"Yes. Okay. I am serious now. Lay it on me."

"All right. Let me give you a summary of all my current and prior work 
in the process simulation area," Sandra said.

Sam listened intently. Sandra described the work she had done in 
graduate school, and what she was working on at the moment. She 
explained that the techniques she was working on had applications in 
many different fields, and started to give him specific examples. After 
about twenty minutes, Sam gestured her to pause, and took out a small 
notebook from his pocket. He made some quick notes in it, and nodded.

"I think I get the idea. Let me discuss this with the guys back at the 
ranch. How much money would you need to do a six month project?"

"Are you going to give me the money?"

"I didn't say that. I asked you how much. Don't say 'that depends on 
this or that."

"Well, you have to tell me what you want done, don't you think?"

"You are right. I think it would be better for you to talk to one of 
our people, and exchange some information first. Then they will decide 
if you can do what they need, and we'll go from there."

"Oh, Sam. How can I ever thank you?"

"Don't rush to thank me yet. I haven't given you a dime."

"But you have opened a door for me. That's enough. Leave the convincing 
your scientists to me."

"I am sure you will do fine. I am not being lewd, so don't glare at me 
like that. I mean it. I will do my best to help you get some funding, 
one way or another. I know some people in the funding agencies. No 
matter what they say in public, who you know does matter. Glad to help, 
Sandra. Now, enough business, let's eat something, and then retire for 
the night. When do you have to get up?"

"I have a flight at 3 p.m. That reminds me, Sam. Would it be all right 
if I kept my stuff in your room in the morning? I want to attend one 
session tomorrow, and then catch a cab to the airport."

"Don't bother about the cab. I can drop you off. And bring your luggage 
to my room. What time?"

"I get up early, Sam. Will that be a problem?"

"I don't think so. I get up at 5. How about you?"

"The same. Why do you getup so early?"

"Force of habit. Actually, I do my yoga exercises in the morning before 
breakfast."

"Really? May be I should join you."

"Be my guest. Do you know any exercises?"

"Only what I have seen on TV."

"Then you just better watch. These TV people don't do it properly."

"Why do you say that?"

"You are not supposed to yak constantly while doing the exercises. They 
are talking and looking at the camera instead of concentrating on their 
breathing and movements. They teach it all wrong."

"Okay, Master. I'll just come and watch."

"You do that. 5:30 a.m., sharp."

The waiter returned to take their order. They had a leisurely dinner. 
Neither of them spoke much. But she could feel the build up of sensual 
atmosphere between them. A few times she looked at Sam, looking for 
some signal that he was also as stimulated as she was. Sam was aware of 
her effort to read his mood. He was turned on, but with great effort, 
he kept it under control. Finally, they decided to leave after Sam had 
paid the waiter.

Sam got up, and went behind her chair, helping her up. She caught a 
glimpse of the slight bulge in his pant, and felt a tingle between her 
legs. As she bent forward to get up from the chair, the front of her 
dress sagged a little, giving him a clear view of her firm breasts. He 
noticed the arousal of her nipples, and smiled to himself.

As they walked toward the car, he pulled her closer, and said, "Thanks 
for a great evening. I hope you enjoyed it."

Sandra leaned against him, and looking up at him, replied with delight, 
"Yes. Thanks for a wonderful evening, Sam."

"You are welcome, beautiful lady. May I kiss you?" Sam asked as they 
reached the car.

"I thought you'd never ask," Sandra replied as she melted into his 
arms.

He pushed her gently against the car, and kissed her. Sandra opened her 
mouth, and felt his tongue push past her lips. She shuddered with 
pleasure, as he pressed himself into her, and moaned softly. Sam could 
feel the pressure of her breasts against his chest. He reached up to 
cup one in his hands, and pulled her harder into his aroused manhood. 
Sandra gasped, and pressed against him.

Sam broke the kiss, and quickly looked around. There were some people 
getting out of the cars in the next row. Gently releasing her hands 
from around his waist, he pushed away from her, and opened the door. 
Sandra gave a sigh, and got in the car. Sam walked around to the 
driver's side and got in.

"Let's get back to the hotel, Sandra. We have to get up early."

Sandra nodded, and put on her seat belt. She knew she had come very 
close to let him seduce her right therein the parking lot. She could 
still feel the heat and moist feeling between her legs, and knew that 
he was also quite aroused. She relaxed, knowing that he had acted like 
a proper gentleman, and not taken advantage of her weak resolve.

"Thank you, Sam, for being a gentleman."

"That I am. You are a very beautiful and attractive woman, Sandra. You 
are also very smart. I was quite impressed by your background and work. 
You don't have to use your charm with me to get what you want. I like 
you a lot. I will help you. So just take it easy now, and have a good 
night's rest. We'll go over some of the project ideas tomorrow, after I 
have digested all that you told me."

Sandra leaned against him, and turning her head, kissed him in the 
cheek. "Thank you, Sam I appreciate it."

"You are quite welcome."

They kissed each other good night at her door. Sandra turned the knob 
and walked into her room, closing the door behind her. Sam lingered for 
a moment, watching the door close behind her, and then walked on 
towards his room.

Much later, Sandra lay in bed thinking about the evening. The light 
filtering through the curtains danced off her curvaceous form that was 
silhouetted under the thin sheet. She was naked under the sheet. Her 
nipples began to harden as she recalled the passionate kiss in the 
parking lot, and she moaned with pleasure at the memory. Using her 
hands, she gently rubbed her breasts, massaging her nipples. She felt 
the arousal in her loins, as she continued to rub her breasts. With a 
deep sigh, she spread her legs slightly and reached between them. Her 
fingers encountered the moistness as she caressed her bushy mound.

"Oh Sam, I wish I had the guts to let you seduce me in the parking 
lot," she murmured.

She pushed her fingers lower, and found her gently throbbing clitoris 
already out of its sheath and pulsating with excitement. She rubbed the 
hard nub of the flesh, moaning loudly as the intensity of her passion 
started building in her loins. With increasing arousal, she started 
rubbing her fingers rapidly across her slit, pushing first one and then 
another finger in her vulva.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh...." The sound involuntarily escaped her lips as she 
inserted her fingers deeper and began sliding them in and out with 
rapid frenzy. Suddenly, she arched her back and clutched her legs 
together, trapping her fist between her legs, the knuckles of her hand 
pressing mercilessly into her clitoris.

"Oh god.... oh god.... I can't stop... Saaaaaaaammmmmmmm......." Sandra 
heaved up against her hand with a loud moan, and gasped as a powerful 
orgasm shook her from head to toe. She continued to jerk her hips 
against the trapped hand, breathing hard to keep up with the tremor of 
lesser orgasms that raked her body. After several minutes, she fell 
back on the bed, her whole body wet with perspiration.

"Oh Sam... I wish it was your cock instead of my fist in my cunt right 
now," she murmured to herself, as sleep slowly took over.

In the adjacent room, Sam was lying wide-awake, thinking about the 
voluptuous professor who had aroused him so much. He looked down at his 
erect cock, standing up and pointing to the ceiling as he lay naked in 
bed, his hands tied behind his head. He could see the cleavage of her 
breasts in his mind's eye, and remembered her panty-covered mound 
earlier when she had bent forward to look for her shoes. He watched as 
his cock jerked sharply towards his belly. He reached down to take the 
shaft in his hand and began rubbing it gently. He pressed the hard 
organ in his grip and started pumping it slowly. The pleasure made him 
shudder as he stroked his inflamed cock, thinking of the sultry woman 
in the next room. He knew she was aroused, but wasn't sure if she would 
actually go all the way.

"You should be stroking my cock, Sandra. I'd just love to see your lips 
around it, baby," he whispered to himself, gently rubbing the sensitive 
ridge at the base of his glistening bulb.

He could see drops of moisture slowly oozing out of the tiny opening. 
He rubbed his fingertip in the drops of pre-ejaculate, and circled the 
sensitive tip with the wet finger. He rubbed the spot under the bulb 
where the two halves came together, a sharp breath escaping his lips as 
the unbelievable sensation caused his cock to twitch with pleasure. He 
began pumping his cock now in full strokes. The movement of his hand 
increases slowly in speed as his orgasm neared. Finally, unable to 
control the urge to ejaculate, he raised his hips up in the air, his 
hand stroking his wildly throbbing cock in a blur of pumping motion.

"Oh, man..." he shouted as his balls suddenly contracted, and a 
powerful jet of white semen shot out of the tip several feet up in the 
air. He watched the liquid as it shot up in an arc and landed on his 
chest. He continued to pump, as the cock throbbed and shot more fluid 
on to his belly and hands. Finally, he squeezed his shaft, pressing it 
down against the base, and moaned as the last of the fluid was squeezed 
out of him. Breathing heavily, he watched as the cock slowly deflated 
against his belly, resting in the hairy bush which was thoroughly 
soaked in his semen. After a few minutes, he got up and went into the 
bathroom. With a wet napkin, he wiped all the sticky fluid from his 
chest and stomach, and returned to bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he 
wondered if he could get her in bed before they parted ways. He wanted 
her, and knew that she would let him seduce her if he played his cards 
properly.

The next morning, Sandra was up early. She decided to wear a simple 
blouse and skirt, skipping the panty hose and garters. She wanted to 
travel comfortably. She quickly finished getting ready, and packed. She 
looked at her watch. It was still only 6 a.m. She hesitated, and then 
picked up the phone and dialed Sam's room. She hoped he would be up, as 
he had said he was also an early riser. Sam picked up the phone on the 
third ring.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Not at all. I've been up almost an hour now."

"Oh. Well, I thought I'd bring my stuff over if it was okay. I am all 
packed."

"Sure. I'll prop the door open. I am in the middle of my yoga. I'm 
almost done."

"I can wait."

"No, no. You can come over. I thought you wanted to see it."

"Well, yes, but it's okay. You are done anyway, right?"

"Almost. I have to do one more, which is a combination exercise. You 
can watch it if you like."

"Okay."

Sandra rolled her bags over to the next room, and slowly pushed the 
door, which was slightly ajar. She stepped in and closed the door 
behind her. There was light streaming through the light curtains, and a 
side lamp was on, its light reflecting off the polished base. When she 
turned, she saw Sam on the floor on his back, his head towards her. He 
lifted both his legs and propped himself up at the lower back, pushing 
himself up until his legs were straight up and he was practically 
resting on his shoulder. Sandra noticed that he only had his shorts on.

"Sandra," she heard Sam call out in a muffled voice," Would you mind 
coming over and supporting my legs for a bit; I need help in this 
part."

Sandra walked over, and stood above him, looking down. Sam's eyes were 
closed. "Grab my legs by the ankles and pull them up as much as you 
can."

Sandra grabbed his ankles and pulled. She had to adjust her position to 
get enough leverage by placing her feet on each side of his head as she 
stood right above him. She looked down to see if his eyes were still 
closed. But she couldn't see his face. Instead, her gaze fell on his 
shorts. Through the opening in the leg of the shorts, she could clearly 
see his genitals. She saw his hairy balls, and noticed that his cock 
was dangling upside down, having slipped out from inside the shorts. 
She felt a sudden stirring between her legs at the erotic sight, as she 
watched his semi rigid organ resting gently against his stomach.

Sam opened his eyes, when he realized that she was not able to keep his 
legs straight up, and found her standing directly above him. In the 
reflected light, he saw the crotch of her purple panty, and a few stray 
pubic hair that had slipped around the edge. He saw a small dark spot 
forming in her crotch, and realized that she was getting aroused. "She 
must have seen my cock," he mused, and smiled to himself.

"You are on the wrong side, Sandra. Go around to the other side. Then 
you can support me better."

Sandra quickly moved over to the other side, having no idea that he had 
seen her panty and her arousal. Sam pulled his legs over his head, and 
went through some additional movements before swinging his legs back to 
the floor. All this movement had pushed his shorts up around his waist, 
and his genitals were now completely exposed to Sandra's gaze. She 
looked at him, and squirmed uneasily, standing at his feet.

Sam rolled over and got up, and said, "That's it for today."

He saw her flustered face, and smiled. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing... I just... never mind."

"...saw my cock, right?"

"Yes," she whispered, blushing.

"I hope you liked what you saw."

"Yes. It looked nice."

Sam found himself getting hard. He remembered the intimate kiss the 
previous night, and his intense orgasm. He smiled at her, and said, " 
Did it turn you on?"

Sandra was staring at the tent in his shorts. She looked sharply at 
him, and blushed even more. Sam laughed, and said, "Well, I need to 
take a shower now," and pulled his shorts down as he turned towards the 
bathroom.

His cock sprang free, making her gasp in surprise. He turned to her and 
said, "You like it, don't you?"

Sandra said nothing. He saw her nipples harden, and decided to make the 
move. "I saw you getting wet in the crotch when you saw it first."

Sandra blushed, and looked at him. Sam went closer, and took her hands 
in his. Pulling her closer, he placed her hand on his erection. Sandra 
looked surprised, but did not pull her hand away. Sam lifted her chin 
and kissed her on the lips. Sandra opened her mouth slightly, and 
gasped as his tongue pushed past them, her hands involuntarily 
clutching his cock. It hardened further, and he pressed himself forward 
against her, pulling her into himself by placing his hands on her butt. 
He kissed her hard, pulling up her skirt and caressing her panty-
covered butt.

Sandra moaned as she found herself getting terribly aroused, and 
offered no resistance. Sam hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her 
panty and slid it down over her hips. Sandra stepped out of it without 
a word, and with a sudden impulse, flung her arms around his neck, as 
he lifted her skirt to press the tip of his cock against her mound. She 
opened her legs, and found his cock pressing into the folds of her 
pussy. Sam felt her crotch and found that she was quite wet. He picked 
her up in his arms and laid her down on the edge of the bed. Lifting 
her legs and spreading them, he looked down. He could see the 
glistening lips and folds of her pussy, and the inviting pink flesh of 
her passage, as it opened up to welcome the swollen tip of his cock. He 
looked at her. Her eyes were closed. He leaned forward, gently pushing 
his cock into her. Sandra moaned loudly, and grabbed the bed sheet in 
her fists as his cock penetrated her moist passage. Sam fell on top of 
her, and kissed her hard, at the same time pulling the blouse out of 
her skirt. He found her voluptuous breasts clad in a sexy bra that 
hardly could contain the full orbs. He remover her bra and began 
sucking on her hard nipples, squeezing and caressing her firm flesh. He 
began moving in and out of her, fucking her with a steady rhythm. Soon 
he was near his orgasm.

"You okay if I come inside you?"

Sandra nodded, and clasped her legs around his waist. She began 
thrashing about as her own orgasm became imminent.

"Oh, god... fuck me harder, Sam. I am too close; don't come before me. 
Harder, harder... don't stop." She heaved her hips up against his 
downward stroke, and moaned loudly as she tottered on the brink. The 
contractions in her cunt sent Sam over the edge at the same time, and 
he exploded in a massive load of his juice in her. Sandra cried out at 
the same time, as her orgasm swept her away in a tidal wave of bliss. 
Sam continued to ejaculate for a few more moments, and Sandra hung on 
to his cock until it began to shrink and finally slipped out of her.

Sam got up and stepped away from the bed, and looked at the semi-naked 
woman lying before him, her legs still wide open, and breathing 
heavily. She was beautiful, and so damned sexy. He felt his cock begin 
to rise again as he eyed her naked pussy, and her firm globes. Sandra 
opened her eyes, and looked at him. She smiled, and said, "God, that 
was beautiful. You have such a big cock, Sam. I loved it. My god, you 
are already hard again."

"Well, what do you expect when you are lying there with your pussy wide 
open?"

"I had a real big orgasm, Sam. I can't take your cock again so soon."

She got up and straightened her clothes.

"Listen, I am heading for the shower. Why don't you take off your 
clothes and join me?"

Sandra thought about it. She eyed his gently throbbing cock, and felt 
her pussy getting wet again.

"Okay, I was planning to take a nice shower after I get home tonight, 
but what the heck. I'd love to feel that cock of yours in my mouth this 
time."

"It's all yours, baby."

As soon as the shower started, Sandra went down on her knees and took 
his cock in her mouth. She sucked him avidly, licking his balls and 
base, and gently chewing on his glans. Sam stood under the shower, 
watching the water cascade down his body on to the beautiful woman who 
was eagerly sucking him. He felt a tenderness for her, and on an 
impulse, he bent forward and lifted her up to her feet.

"Sandra, let me taste your pussy, and then after the shower, let's eat 
each other on the bed. It will be more comfortable."

"Okay, but let me suck you for just a bit longer. I love the feel of 
your hard cock in my mouth. Ken is not as big as you, and I want to 
really swallow you all the way to the base."

She went down on her knees again and began sucking him with greater 
energy. She almost got it all the way in her mouth, but then she gagged 
when the tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled it out, and 
exclaimed, "Wow, how big is this thing?

"About 71/2 inches. Why?"

"Ken is only about five inches. No wonder I felt so stuffed earlier. 
Can I ride you later?"

"Are you planning to skip the morning sessions?"

"To hell with the sessions. I came here to try and get some new grants 
for my research. If you promise to get me some funding, I don't need to 
go to the sessions. I'd rather fuck your cock instead."

"All right. I'll get you the money, but I would have done that 
regardless."

"I know. And I wanted to fuck you last night, even if you did not 
promise any funding. You are a damn sexy man, Sam."

"What are you going to tell your husband?"

"Ken? He's okay. I will tell him something. Don't worry about him."

They dried themselves, and went out. She pushed him down and climbed on 
top of him. Grabbing his hard cock, she straddled him and began rubbing 
the tip against her cunt lips. Her clitoris began to swell, and Sandra 
moaned with pleasure as the tip of the cock rubbed against it, sending 
tremors down her legs.

Sam watched her as she slowly lowered herself on his shaft, until it 
was buried to the hilt in her tight passage. She leaned forward and 
hugged him, resting on his body. Kissing him with passion, she said, 
"Sam, I would like you to visit my lab some time, and meet my husband."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Sure I am sure. I promise you, you won't regret it. I know you will 
like my lab, and I want to show you all the facilities we have and 
stuff."

"Sandra, there is really no need for that. I told you I will get you 
the grant, and I will. You don't have to sell me on it."

"I am not. I want you to meet Ken and spend a day or two with us. Don't 
argue with me, and now just lay back and let me fuck your cock. It's 
been a long time since I had such a beautiful monster in my pussy."

"You are a slut, you know that?"

"So what? You are fucking enjoying it, too. So just shut up, and enjoy 
the ride."

Sam shrugged his shoulders, and watched the beautiful woman riding up 
and down on his erection, her breasts bouncing with her every movement. 
He found the sight quite erotic, and felt himself stiffen even more. 
Sandra immediately felt the swelling of his cock, and she leaned 
forward, moaning. She began thrusting her hips hard against his cock, 
slamming her pelvis against the stiff shaft penetrating her dripping 
cunt. Sam held her down by the waist, and kissed her hard.

A deep moan escaped her throat as Sandra reached her peak. With a cry, 
she clutched her cunt muscles and slammed forward, her whole body 
shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm swept her. Sam could feel the 
contractions of her vagina as her muscles repeatedly gripped and 
released his cock, pumping him with all their fury. Sandra paused to 
take a deep breath, and began assaulting him again, finally screaming 
with lust as she toppled over with am eye-popping orgasm that left her 
gasping for air. Her cunt gripped his shaft in a tight grip as she held 
on to him.

Sam could not hold out any longer. He relaxed his leg muscles, and 
immediately his cock stiffened and twitched. He felt it extend deep 
inside her passage and jerked sharply as a searing, hot flood of semen 
shot forth, drenching her womb and making her shudder with another 
orgasm. Sandra started sobbing with pleasure as the repeated eruptions 
of his cock filled her until the juices began dribbling out of her. 
They lay in each other's arms for several minutes, enjoying the 
intimate union of their bodies.

After sometime, Sandra slowly started to roll over, and screamed as 
soon as the movement of his cock sliding out of her passage caused 
another mild orgasmic contraction in her cunt. She slowly raised 
herself off his organ, and slid down next to him. She looked at him and 
smiled.

"That was the best fucking orgasm I have had, ever. You have the best 
fucking cock, Sam."

"Do you always talk like that when you fuck?"

"Yeah. It's fucking exciting to talk like that. I love to fuck Sam, and 
yours is the best cock I have fucked in my life. Honest."

"Thanks, Sandra. You are also a hot little cunt yourself. Now we have 
to take another shower, and then we better get out of bed. The maid 
service will be here soon."

"I guess you are right. But if the maid saw your cock, she'll probably 
beg you to fuck her also."

"You are crazy. Now stop talking like a slut and let's get ready." Sam 
slapped her on the butt.

It was almost 9 a.m. when they finally reached the conference hall. The 
rest of the morning went past in a blur, as Sandra walked about in a 
trance, savoring the memory of the wanton lovemaking session she and 
Sam had enjoyed. After lunch, they went back to his room to retrieve 
her luggage. As she checked all her stuff, Sam fondled her breasts and 
butt, probing her panty covered cunt with his finger. Sandra squirmed 
and looked up at him.

"Do we have enough time for a blow job, Sam? I want to suck you and 
drink your cum before I go. You didn't let me do that in the shower. I 
promise you, you will love it."

"Sure, we can make it. Help yourself."

Sandra immediately pushed him down on the bed, and unzipped his pants. 
Sam was already hard. Sandra pulled out his hot, throbbing cock, and 
began to suck him. Sam closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her 
warm lips and tongue sucking his cock and balls. Sandra licked his 
shaft, and his balls, and probed the base of his glans with the tip of 
her tongue. Sam turned her around and pulled her panty down. He 
inserted two fingers in her pussy and started finger fucking her, 
watching the contractions of her cunt muscles, and the slow drip of her 
love juices coating his hand. He curved his fingers and began rubbing 
them along the front wall of her vagina. Soon he found what he was 
looking for. As soon as he touched the bumpy spot, Sandra jumped and 
fell away from his cock, thrusting her hips against his fingers, and 
screamed.

"Oh my god... oh my god... what are you doing to me, Sam? Please stop, 
I can't take this torture..... aiyeeeeee... " she gasped and heaved as 
her body shuddered with a powerful orgasm.

She lay next to him, breathing heavily, tears running down her cheeks 
and her thigh muscles fluttered in unceasing contractions. She lay 
there for several minutes, and then turned to look at him.

"I don't know what you did, Sam, but that was the best fucking 
orgasm... even better than the one earlier. It hit me so fast. What the 
hell did you do? Never mind, but don't distract me now. I want to drink 
your fucking juice. Let me suck your cock without another fucking 
orgasm. I can't take it anymore."

"Sorry. Suck me, baby. I won't touch you."

Sandra took his cock back in her mouth and began sucking him earnestly. 
The sight of her drenched cunt, her wet pubic hair and the smell of her 
sex was driving Sam wild. He concentrated his attention on his balls, 
and watched her pretty face bobbing up and down on his cock. Soon he 
felt the stirring in the balls.

"I am ready when you are, Sandra," he said.

"Let it come, Sam. I want to suck every goddamned drop of semen out of 
your balls before I am through with you."

"No problem. Drink to your heart's content."

Sandra gripped the base of his cock, and began pumping his rapidly. The 
cock twitched and stiffened. Sandra was ready. She clamped her lips 
around the tip, as Sam heaved up against her mouth and grunted. A 
sticky white jet of semen shot out of the opening and sprayed her face 
and mouth. Sandra gulped and started sucking as more liquid shot out of 
the cock. She licked his shaft and balls, and drank all the juice he 
could shoot in her mouth.

Finally, he pushed her away, and said, "Enough already. You better get 
dressed, or you will miss your flight."

"Then I'll just come right back here, and fuck your brains out all 
night."

"Get your mind off sex, woman. Come on, let's go."

"Okay, okay. I was just kidding."

Sam dropped her off at the airport. He promised to visit her university 
in a couple of months after he had arranged for a research grant for 
her. She kissed him deeply, and said goodbye. Sam watched her disappear 
down the gangway, and returned to the hotel. He felt sore in the groin, 
as it had been a long time since he had ejaculated so much in such a 
short time. Shaking his head, he turned toward the restaurant. All the 
love sessions and orgasms had depleted his strength. He needed some 
nourishment. He marveled at the insatiable lust of this young 
professor, and wondered what her husband was like. He wondered if the 
couple engaged in such extramarital escapades with full knowledge of 
each other.

As it turned out, he soon had the opportunity to find out. Even his 
seasoned mind had not expected what greeted him when he visited the 
university two months later.

Chapter II  Sam turned to pick up the telephone, a slight flicker of 
annoyance crossing his face. "Why can't people just use e-mail, instead 
of wasting my time on the phone?'" he muttered to himself, as he lifted 
the receiver. His eyes were still on the computer screen, looking at 
the graphics he was working on for the report he had to finish that 
day.

"Yes, this Sam Mandell," he said to the phone, trying to balance it on 
his shoulder and typing on the keyboard at the same time. The phone 
slipped off his shoulder and landed heavily on the carpet.

"Damn. I should get one of those headphone things. Then I will be 
reduced to a bloody receptionist, answering all these idle people who 
have nothing better to do than yak on the phone," he said loudly to 
himself, as he picked up the receiver, and put it to his ears.

"Hi, Sam. This is Sandra. Sandra Richards. We met....."

"Oh, hi Sandra. How are you?", Sam's face lit up.

"I am sorry I caught you at a bad time, it seems."

"No, it's all right. I am in the middle of finishing this blasted 
report, and I am behind. What did you have in mind? Where are you 
calling form?"

"From my office. If it is a bad time, I can call you later."

"No, it's okay. I always have time for beautiful ladies like you."

"You flirt! Don't you ever stop?"

"Why? Do you want me to stop flirting with you?"

Sandra blushed, recalling their intimate sessions just two weeks 
earlier at the conference. "No, I don't want you to stop. It is rather 
exciting. Anyway, the reason I was calling is to officially invite you 
to visit my lab and see the work we are doing. Did you talk to your 
scientists yet?"

"Yes, I did. Hasn't anyone contacted you yet?"

"No. That was another thing I wanted to ask."

"I will check on that today. When do you want me to visit you?"

"Well, as soon as possible." Sandra lowered her voice. "Ken wants to 
meet you. I told him about us."

"My goodness, woman. Don't you keep any secrets?"

"Why, Sam? He's my husband."

"I know, I know. Well, if he didn't blow his top about it, then he is a 
better man than I thought. How did he react?"

"Let's just say that he didn't let me sleep that night."

"That bad, eh? Okay, I think I want to see this dude. Let's see. I am 
open week after next. Is that too late?"

"No, that's perfect. The exams will be over by then, and all my 
students will be in the lab."

"Okay. Let me check on a few things, and get back to you. Do you have 
e-mail, Sandra? I prefer that. These phones are a nuisance."

"Sorry about that. Yes, I have e-mail. Let me do this. I'll send you a 
message, and attach a copy of the proposal I just submitted to NSF. My 
funding is running out in two months. I need to get something by then. 
Do you think you can help?"

"I told you I will. I won't let you down. Are you looking for some 
stop-gap funds or full-scale funding."

"Anything will do, Sam."

"Okay. Send me that proposal, and I will authorize $10,000 immediately, 
and then we will work out a proposal and funding amount, and roll the 
$10,000 into that later."

"Oh, Sam. You are an angel. How can I thank you?"

"I am sure you will think of something."

"Yes, I will, Sam. I promise. You won't regret it."

Sam laughed and said, "All right, Sandra. Send me that proposal and 
I'll get back to you about when I can come out there. I take it you 
don't want me to bring anyone else along, do you?"

Sandra blushed. "Sam, you are so merciless. You decide. But can I ask 
you a favor?"

"Another favor?"

"Yes. If you plan your trip close to a weekend, I'd love to have you 
spend it with us."

"Oh. Well, in that case, I have to come by myself, isn't it?"

"I knew you'd get the hint."

"I got it, I got it. You are pretty wicked, you know that?"

"Yes, I know. I can't wait to see you again, Sam. Bye now. I don't want 
you to get mad at me for taking up so much of your precious time," 
Sandra lowered her voice, and said, "Sam?"

"Yes? Why are you speaking softly?"

"Thanks for helping me out like this. I'll make it up to you. I 
promise."

"Now take it easy, professor. You better not upset your husband. I 
don't want him chasing me out of town with a gun to my head."

"Don't worry about him, Sam. I can handle him. You'd be surprised how 
open he is about these things."

"Well, I sure hope so." I hung up the phone, and stared across the room 
at the painting on the wall. This young lady was not bashful about her 
feelings at all, Sam thought. The memories of their hot moments at the 
conference a few months earlier came flooding back into his mind, and 
he felt his arousal pressing against his underwear. He wasn't sure what 
Sandra had in mind, but he felt sure that she had probably planned a 
steamy weekend with him. He wondered what her husband would be doing at 
while Sandra attended to the task of fulfilling her promise. He 
couldn't wait to find out.

Sandra's proposal was waiting for him the following Monday when Sam 
entered his office. He looked it over, and walked down the hallway to 
the project engineer in charge of the process simulation project. 
Curtis Metzer looked up, and waved Sam in.

"What brings you to my humble quarters, Sam?"

"Oh, give it up, will you?" Sam said, smiling. He had known Curtis a 
long time, having hired him at his previous company some ten years 
earlier, and had convinced him to follow him to Falconcrest. "Would you 
take a look at this proposal, and give me your opinion?"

"Sure. Who is it from?" Curtis looked at the cover page. "Sandra 
Richards! Where did you meet this siren?"

"Siren? You know her?"

"Sure. She's a knockout, and a smart one at that. Where did you run 
into her?"

"At the Process Modeling conference couple of months ago."

"So, is she trying to hit you up for funding?"

"Something like that. Do you know of her work?"

"You bet. She has an unusual approach to process simulation."

"Does it work?"

"I'll say. Don't go by her looks, which are formidable. She's one hell 
of a smart woman."

"Tell me about her approach. What did you mean by unusual?"

"Well, she has this theory that certain chemical processes do not 
follow the conventional rules of fluid flow, and have to be modeled in 
a different way. She has proposed a very interesting, but highly 
controversial method of simulation of these processes."

"Would it work with our processes?"

"That's the kicker, Sam. I think it just might, and if it does, it 
would take care of some of the vexing problems we are having with our 
simulation technique. But we don't have anyone in our team who is 
familiar enough with her approach."

"Well, why don't we get her to do the simulation for us?"

"I'd love to, but I don't have that kind of money to give out."

"How much money do you think it will take?"

"At least a hundred grand, if we are lucky. Probably more."

"Well, take a look at her proposal and tell me if you think we should 
fund her."

"Glad to. When do you need to know?"

"As soon as possible. How about end of the week?"

"Sure. What's your angle in this, Sam?"

"My angle? None. I thought she was a pretty smart gal myself. She had a 
poster at this conference, and she had a bunch of Japanese scientists 
mobbing her and asking all sorts of questions."

"Japanese? Do you know where they were from?"

"No, I didn't pay attention them. Why?"

"You must be ogling her. Can you find out from her who they were?"

"I'll ask her. What's the big deal? They showed no interest in funding 
her. She told me they asked lots of questions but would not commit to 
funding further work."

"If they had that much interest in her work, we have got to lock her 
up, Sam. Ask her if those guys were from Dai Ichi."

"Now that you mentioned the name, I think I saw that name on the 
briefcase on of them was carrying."

"Sam, that company has been burying us in Asia. If they get hold of 
this professor and pick up on her theory, they will kill us. I don't 
care what's in this proposal. Can you find some money to get her tied 
down with us long enough for us to pick her brain?"

"You seem worried about the Japanese all of a sudden. Why haven't heard 
of this before?"

"We didn't know until just about a month ago that it was Dai Ichi. I'll 
give you my feedback by lunch time. Sam, if you know this professor, 
get her on our side."

"I will. She has invited me to visit her lab week after next."

"Damn."

"Why?"

"I am on vacation. I would have loved to go see her lab with you. But I 
promised my wife I'd take her to Myrtle Beach this time. Well, I'll 
brief you before you go, so that you'll know what to look for."

"All right. Talk to you at lunch."

Sam returned to his office, slightly excited that she would be working 
on a project for Falconcrest, which meant he would get to see her 
often. He called his secretary, and asked her to arrange his trip, 
making sure he would be spending the weekend there. Then he called the 
vice president of Accounting, and asked him to prepare a check for 
$10,000, payable to Silver Spring University.

Curtis Metzer walked into Sam's office an hour later, and pulled out a 
chair.

"Sam, this proposal is fantastic. Do you have any funds to give her?"

"How much does she want?

"Fifty grand for the initial work, after we tell her what our specific 
requirements are. This would be essentially a summer project for her 
and one student. If it works, then it gets expensive."

"How expensive?"

"We are talking at least a quarter million over a couple of years. We 
can't afford that."

"Don't worry about that. As you said, Sandra is a smart gal. She has it 
all figured out."

"What? When did you talk to her?"

"At the conference. She said that if we give her some seed funding to 
prove her theory, she could go to NSF and get more money, with our 
support. We can get the government to fund her. I know a few people in 
government who can help."

"You rascal. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what? I had to find out first whether or not you have any use 
for her expertise or not. If she does a good job on this, we can 
probably hire her as a consultant for a few years."

"So you think you can spring the old Mr. Tightfist for fifty grand?"

"I'll see what I can do."

"I sure hope so, Sam. We need a breakthrough soon, especially of those 
Japanese are already looking to this."

"Relax, Curtis. When can you get your team together to brief me?"

"How about this Friday? We are in the middle of a major simulation 
right now, and I don't want to distract them."

"Fine. I'll get the money."

As soon as Curtis left, Sam picked up the phone, called the Accounting, 
and told them to make the check for $50,000. The V.P. protested that it 
was highly unusual to authorize such a large amount without proper 
paperwork. Sam told him that he will get his paperwork soon, but he 
needed the check by the end of the week. Then he called Sandra.

"Hi there."

"Sam! Did you get the proposal?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What did you think of it? Can you fund it?"

"You asked for a lot of money, Sandra."

"But I have to support a student, Sam. Plus my salary. So what do you 
think?"

"Well...." Sam decided to tease her a bit.

"What? What? Don't torture me like this, Sam. I haven't slept all 
weekend, worrying about this proposal. Can you fund me or not?"

"Well, I have to get all kinds of approvals before I can say anything, 
Sandra. Fifty grand is a lot of money for proving a theory."

Sandra was dejected. "I am sorry, Sam. I know it's a long shot. But you 
are my last hope of proving the validity of my theory. If I can prove 
it, I can go to NSF and get more money. But they won't fund me unless I 
have some proof and some industrial support."

"What about those Japanese people who were standing around your poster? 
Have they contacted you?"

"Yes, they did. But they can't fund me until Fall this year. I need to 
get some new data before that to meet the proposal deadline for NSF. 
Can't you do something, Sam? Please, I need help now. I really do."

"All right, Sandra. You will have your fifty grand next week."

"What? Damn you, Sam. You were torturing me all this time, weren't you? 
I will get you for this. But thanks, Sam. Oh, I could kiss you."

"You'll get your chance. Congratulations, Professor Richards. You have 
just won an industrial research grant for $50,000 to prove your theory. 
But there is a condition."

"I know, I know. I'll keep my promise. Just get here."

"Now who has a one-track mind? The condition I was going to mention is 
that we will expect to have a confidentiality agreement with you, so 
that the results of the study we sponsor are not made public without 
our approval. Do you expect any problems from your administration on 
that?"

"Gosh, I don't know. We are a university, Sam. We are expected to 
publish our work. I don't know if I can prevent that. I mean, the 
students need to get publications, and ......."

"I know about that, Sandra. But I have good reasons to ask for a 
confidentiality agreement. I will explain it to you when we meet. In 
the meanwhile, please find out from the power-that-be if the university 
will have a problem signing and industrial R&D agreement with us under 
these conditions. I hope they don't cause problem, for your sake."

"I will find out. Oh, I am so excited. When I are you coming here, Sam? 
Let me get my calendar. I want to plan this thing nicely for you."

Sam laughed, and said, "Just relax. Can we do the "official" stuff in a 
day?"

"Oh, yes. I want to get that over with as quickly as possible, because 
I want you to spend the weekend with us without any official 
headaches."

"Okay. I will call you back when my trip is fixed up. Give me some 
suggestions for a decent hotel, Sandra."

"Well, there is a Holiday Inn right across from the University."

"That's good. Bye now. I have to run." He hung up before Sandra could 
say anything.

Chapter III

Sandra was nervous. She knew she had to make a good impression on Sam 
about her lab and the work they were doing. She had grilled her 
students to make sure the presentations would be professional. She had 
thought about picking Sam up at the hotel, but decided against it. She 
did not want him to know how nervous she was, and she knew her legs 
would turn into putty on seeing him. She kept recalling the intense 
session that had enjoyed at the conference, and was sure she would 
betray her excitement and nervousness to him. She paced her office, 
waiting for Sam to show up.

She heard footsteps outside her office. Quickly she looked at her 
watch. Sam was on time. She opened the door and saw Sam walking towards 
her office, escorted by the department secretary.

"There you are, sir. This is Professor Richards," the secretary 
offered.

"Thanks, Myrna. We have met before," Sandra smiled at the secretary. 
The secretary nodded, and with a slight bow to Sam, she turned back. 
Sandra looked at Sam, her eyes sparkling with joy and excitement.

"Hello, Sam. How are you? Did you have a good trip?"

She stepped aside to let Sam pass through the door, and closed the door 
behind him. Sam found himself standing in the middle of a crowded 
office, books, papers and files scattered everywhere. There was hardly 
enough room for them to stand without bumping into each other.

As Sandra turned to go to her desk, Sam grabbed her arm, and said, "Can 
we dispense with the formalities, and be friends? You are nervous."

Sandra let herself be pulled into his arms, and said, "Yes. I want to 
make a good impression on you."

"You already have, Sandra. Let me collect my down payment, before your 
students show up."

Sandra looked at him quizzically, but her look turned to surprise as 
Sam pulled her chip up and kissed her on the mouth. She flung her arms 
around him, and kissed back. For a few moments, they kissed fervently, 
as Sam caressed her back and gently squeezed her butt through her 
skirt. Sandra quickly pushed him away, and slipped out of his arms. "We 
better behave professionally, Sam. There will be plenty of time for 
that this weekend."

"You are right. I am sorry. You look stunning. I couldn't help it."

"Don't apologize. I wanted it as much as you did. Let's go to the lab. 
My students are waiting to present their work."

"All right. You show the way."

He opened the door, and they headed down to the laboratory, where three 
of Sandra's students were waiting for them to arrive.

The next few hours went just as Sandra had hoped. She had a feeling 
that Sam would not go into too many details of the work she was doing. 
From her earlier conversations with him, she had gathered that he was 
not exactly an expert in this area, although he was quite 
knowledgeable. She knew that her real test would come when she would 
have to make a presentation to the Falconcrest scientists.

During lunch with her and her students, Sam talked to the students at 
length about their work, and their understanding of the potential 
applications of the simulation process. Sandra realized that he knew 
much more about the subject than she had realized, and felt relieved 
that he did not grill her in front of the students when they were in 
the lab. She wondered if he had fallen for her charms, blushing at the 
thought. She decided to tease her husband about her idea.

After lunch, Sandra excused herself, since she had to teach a class in 
the afternoon. Sam spent the rest of the day with her students in the 
lab. He asked one of the students to run a simulation for him, using 
the parameters Curtis had given him. He was grateful for the 
opportunity to talk to the students without Sandra, because he had been 
distracted by her proximity. He found himself getting quite engrossed 
in the work the students were doing, and had a good time. He learned 
quite a bit about her theory and her approach. He realized that she 
could be of immense help to his company in taking the lead in the 
market against the Japanese company. He decided to make a few phone 
calls to his friends in the government on his return, to make sure that 
she got her funding.

Sandra returned from her class, to find Sam waiting for her in her 
office.

"How did it go?"

"Great. You've got some sharp kids there. I learned a lot."

"Oh, Sam. I am so glad. I was a nervous wreck this morning. Are you 
sure you are not being kind to me? I mean, are you sure you can use my 
program?"

"That's what I am paying you fifty grand to prove. I sure hope it 
works. What I have seen so far hasn't made me change my mind."

"You are so sweet, Sam. I won't let you down. Shall we go?"

"Where?"

"Home. You are spending the weekend with us, remember?"

"Yes, I know. But I still have my room."

"Didn't I tell you not to book it for more than one night?"

"No. That never came up. Are you sure about this? Three's a crowd, you 
know."

"Don't worry about that. We already have three at home. You will be the 
fourth. That makes it perfect."

"Who's the third person?" Sam asked as they got into the elevator.

"My cousin is visiting. We hadn't seen her since her husband passed 
away a couple of years ago. She is some fifteen years older than me, 
and used to baby-sit me when I was a little girl. She called last week, 
and said she wanted to visit us for a few days."

"Well, I am not sure I want to spoil your family gathering."

"Don't worry, Sam," Sandra punched him on the arm, "Kathy is a great 
gal. You will like her. In fact, since she is closer to your age, you 
two might find lots of common interests."

"What's that supposed to mean? How old is she anyway? I am not that 
old."

"Who said you are old? But look, Ken and I are like thirty-something, 
although I haven't hit the big three-oh yet. You are like more in the 
forties, right? And so is Kathy. I think she's about 42 or 43. Looks 
older than that because she is not in as good a shape as before, but 
she is still a very attractive woman. You will like her."

"Okay, so what are we doing now?" Sam asked as they got in Sandra's 
car.

"We'll check you out of the hotel and go home. Then we will relax for 
the evening. When is your flight back?"

"Sunday morning."

"Oh, goodie. So you will spend two nights with us. That's great. 
Doesn't your wife mind you traveling so much?"

"Of course she does. But that's part of the job. She understands."

"Does she know about your flings on the road?"

"What flings?"

"You know what I am talking about, Sam Mandell! So she doesn't know. I 
guess I can't blame you. Would she be upset if she knew."

"What do you think, Sandra? Of course she would be upset. May be she 
suspects, but she hasn't said anything. Why did you bring that up?"

"Because I am going to seduce you right in front of my husband this 
weekend, that's why." Sandra burst out laughing, when she saw the look 
on Sam's face.

"You are a tease, you know that, professor? How do you keep your 
students at arm's length with your overpowering sexuality?"

"Do I look sexy to you in this outfit?"

"You would look sexy in any outfit, Sandra."

"That's a nice compliment, Sam. Thank you. Are you aroused by my 
"sexuality?"

"You know damn well, I am."

"I am flattered, Sam, " Sandra patted his knee, as she made a sharp 
right turn into the driveway of her home. The sudden movement threw Sam 
against her, forcing her hand to slip between his legs. Her fingers 
encountered his arousal, and she smiled at him.

"I think you are telling the truth," she winked and gently patted the 
bulge forming in his pants. "Here we are."

She got out of the car, and headed for the front door. Sam pulled his 
bags out of the back seat and followed her.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll see where Kathy is. If you want to 
change and freshen up, your bedroom is second on your right down the 
hallway." Sandra disappeared to the left.

Sam walked down the hallway and pushed the door of the second bedroom 
open. He found Kathy taking a nap in bed, a book lying across her 
chest. He noticed that she was a little on the plump side, with dark 
brown hair framing her face. She was fast asleep, and her steady 
breathing was causing her chest to move up and down rhythmically. She 
turned slightly on her side, and the book slid off to the floor. Sam 
quietly backed out, but not before catching a glimpse of her partially 
covered thighs, which parted slightly to reveal the white panty she was 
wearing. He turned back and walked down to the first bedroom, opening 
the door gingerly. It was empty. He put his stuff down, and took out 
the toiletry kit. He found the bathroom across the hallway, and went 
in, closing the door behind him.

He wondered what this attractive young professor had planned for him, 
but he was certain it was probably going to be exciting. He changed 
into casual clothes, brushed his teeth, and freshened up. Then he went 
back into the living room, and sat down in a comfortable sofa, picking 
a magazine from the side table.

A few minutes went by, and Sandra breezed in, wearing a floral print 
dress that just managed to reach her knees. Her figure was well-
accentuated by the rather tight-fitting dress, and Sam noticed that it 
was transparent enough to reveal her curves in the light coming from 
the large window behind her. She came and sat down across from him, 
unmindful of the fact that her dress did not cover her legs well enough 
to prevent a glimpse of her light blue panties. Sam looked at the 
enticing view of her inner thighs and then raised his eyes to her face.

"What would you like to drink?"

"God, you are brazen," Sam exclaimed.

"What? I thought you might like a fresh cold drink or something. Aren't 
you thirsty?"

"Yes. But look at you. The way you came in and sat down, offering me a 
nice view of your womanly charms, I wasn't sure what you had in mind."

"Aha! So you are the one with a dirty mind. What did you think I was 
offering you to drink? My pussy?"

"Shhhhh... Keep your voice down. Your cousin... I mean Kathy is 
sleeping. By the way, she has bedroom number two. You told me to use 
that bedroom, and I walked in on her."

"Ooops! What was she doing?"

"Taking a nap."

"Oh, good. She didn't see you or anything."

"No."

Sandra got up and came to stand before him. "Okay, Sam. What would you 
like to drink?"

She was just a few inches away from him, and her waist was level with 
his head. He pulled her closer and kissed her on the mound, and said, 
"Anything is okay. You smell exotic."

Sandra pushed him away and said, "Later, Sam. You'll have your nightcap 
later. Ah! I hear Ken's car. Let me get something for you. Water, soft 
drink, beer, juice... what would you like?"

"I'll wait for your husband. What does he take?"

"That depend on the company. When his friends are here, they drown in 
beer. Other times, he will take a soft drink or a glass of milk. Here 
he is."

Sam got up and turned. A young man, with curly hair and a thin 
moustache, walked in and greeted them.

"Hi, I'm Ken. You must be Sam. Sandy has been raving about you. Glad 
you could stay with us." Ken hugged his wife and kissed her.

"Thanks, Ken. Are you sure it's not an inconvenience?"

"Of course not. Have you met her cousin?"

"No, not yet. I believe she's taking a nap."

Ken nodded. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll join you in a moment."

"What will you have, honey?" Sandra asked as he headed for the bedroom.

"Whatever Sam is having."

"He hasn't decided yet. He was waiting for you."

"Oh. Then I'll have a coke. How about you, Sam? You can have a beer if 
you like."

"No, I'll have a coke also. I don't drink beer."

Sandra disappeared into the kitchen. Sam found himself alone once 
again. He heard footsteps behind him, and turned. Kathy came down the 
hallway, and stopped momentarily when she saw him.

"You must be Sam Mandell. Sandy has been...."

Sam laughed and said, "She must have announced it all over town. You 
are Kathy, I take it."

"Yes, I am her cousin." They shook hands. Sam found that her handshake 
was quite warm and firm. She was an attractive lady, with a full figure 
and a disarming smile.

"I am pleased to meet you. Sandra was telling me that you are visiting 
here for a few days."

"Yes. I got bored at home, and decided to see my cousin. I hadn't seen 
them for a while."

Sam nodded. "I am sorry I am being a crowd here in your reunion, but 
Sandra wouldn't listen."

"Oh, no, no, no. You are quite welcome, Sam. May I call you Sam?"

"Please do. I appreciate your hospitality."

Sandra walked in with a tray with four glasses. "I thought I heard you, 
Kathy. Here's your favorite drink."

She turned to Sam and said, "Kathy loves lemonade. She won't drink coke 
or anything like that. Don't stand around like strangers. Sit down, 
please."

Ken walked in as they settled down. He went to Kathy and gave her a 
kiss on he cheek. "Are you feeling okay, Kathy?"

"Sure, why?"

"You don't take a nap in the afternoon usually."

"Oh. I started reading this book, and it got so boring that I fell 
asleep."

"What book is that?" Ken asked.

"It's one of those sequels.. the first one turns out pretty good, and 
then everybody starts writing sequels just to cash in on the public 
stupidity."

Ken laughed. "That's for sure. Who's the author?"

"Nancy Friday."

"Oh, the fantasy lady," Ken said, "Her first book was pretty steamy, 
though."

"Well, this one's okay, too. But after a point, you kind of expect 
what's coming, and the excitement is gone." Kathy said.

"Well, guys," Sandra interrupted, "What do you want for dinner?"

"Whatever you decide to feed us, I guess." Ken said.

"I feel like eating out, honey. I had a hectic day today, thanks to Sam 
here," Sandra winked at him.

"Listen," Sam said, "Let's go out. I'll treat you. Pick a nice place. 
I'd much rather spend time with the beautiful ladies, than have them 
toil in the kitchen."

"No, Sam," Sandra protested, "You are our guest."

"No, no. No such formalities. Besides, it's on my expense account. Pick 
a nice restaurant, Sandra."

She looked at Ken. Ken shrugged his shoulder, and said, "Anything is 
fine by me. But I'd like to split the bill with you, Sam."

"No. It's my treat. It's not very often that I get to have the company 
of two lovely women in the same evening, not to mention a handsome 
young man like you." Sandra punched Sam on the chest, and laughed. "You 
are back to your flirting self again, Sam."

"Well, what can I say? You bring out the worst in me."

Kathy burst out laughing, and so did Ken.

"That was a good one, Sam. I love it," he exclaimed, "Sandy does bring 
out the animal in men, doesn't she?"

"You said it, I didn't," Sam said, laughing. Sandra punched him again 
in the chest, and said, "I'll get you for this."

"Hey, take it easy. I am just teasing you. You look beautiful when you 
have that mock anger on your face. You are enjoying it as much as 
everybody else." Sam said. Kathy laughed again, and looked at Ken. 
There was a quick exchange of thoughts between them. Sandra was busy 
picking up the drink glasses, and so she did not see it, but Sam did. 
He made a mental note to be careful about teasing Sandra. She had the 
habit of being physical in a good-natured way, but he realized that 
Kathy might misconstrue that. Or would she?

"All right. What time do you want to go out? It's only 6 o'clock now," 
Ken asked.

"If it's okay by everybody, why don't we go out around 8 or so?" Kathy 
said, "May be you can make a reservation."

"Okay, let do that. I'll call the restaurant. What kind of food do you 
want to eat? Say, Sam. You are Indian, right? They just opened a new 
Indian restaurant a mile or so from here, and we have been talking 
about going there. Why don't we go there, and have the expert explain 
the cuisine to us?" Ken said.

"That's great," Sandra said as she returned from the kitchen. We all 
love spicy food, but I have heard that Indian spices are not like any 
other spices. What do you say, Sam?"

"Perfect. I am glad we settled that. Now what do we do until then? We 
have a couple of hours."

"We could go for a walk, or ....." Sandra started to say, but Ken 
raised his hand.

"I have the perfect plan. We just installed a Jacuzzi in our master 
bedroom, Sam. Have you ever tried it?"

Sam shook his head.

"Oh, then you must. It's perfect for relaxation. There are six 
underwater jests that massage your feet or any other part of your body 
if you like, and you just float and enjoy the soothing feeling. What do 
you say?"

"Well, I didn't bring my swimming trunks," Sam said.

"You won't need them," Ken smiled at him and winked.

Sam realized what he was hinting at. They would be in the buff. The 
idea of seeing Sandra naked excited him tremendously. But he wasn't 
sure if Kathy would go along. With an effort, he avoided looking at 
her, expecting her to protest.

"Well, what do you guys say?" Ken asked again.

Sandra looked at Kathy, and raised her eyebrows. Kathy hesitated.

"I.... well, I think we should have a choice of clothing being 
optional, for the sake of our guest."

"Well, I wasn't sure if Kathy would be comfortable," Sam said, "I mean, 
I am an outsider, and it would be awkward for all of us."

"Do you feel awkward, Sam?"

"Well, yes. But if everyone is going to go for it, I'll go along."

"Okay. Let's do it then. It'll be fun. Let me go and get the water 
warmed up. Ten minutes. Go take your showers in the meanwhile. Come on 
sweetheart. Help me get the room ready," Ken said to Sandra, and headed 
back to the bedroom.

Kathy and Sam walked back to their rooms. At his door, Sam paused and 
turned to Kathy.

"I am sorry if I am embarrassing you."

"No, not at all. I was thinking more about you than me. I have used it 
before, but then only Sandy and I were there. I thought you might be 
more comfortable with something on. These two young hotshots like to 
flaunt their sexy bodies, but I am not so young any more. I am not 
ashamed of my body or anything, but after a certain age, and after 
bearing a couple of kids, you collect a few wrinkles and cuts on your 
body. I am used to it, but I thought you might be uncomfortable."

"Well, yes, of course. I have not been in a situation like this before. 
Sandra is indeed a knockout, and...."

"I know what you are going to say. Don't worry, Sam. Don't get self-
conscious if you react to her body. She will probably get a kick out of 
it, and so will Ken."

"And you don't think that is wrong?"

"I'd be kidding myself if I felt prudish. Both of them have terrific 
bodies. Ken is also very attractive for a man. And they are quite open 
about it. Sandra loves to get men excited, but it is all good-natured 
fun. She doesn't fool around."

Sam smiled to himself. He said, "Well, I guess you are right. So what 
are you going to do?

"Well, I'll give you company. If you want to wear something , I'll also 
do the same. If you want to go in the buff, that's fine also. You have 
a good body, Sam. There is no reason for your to be bashful."

"No, it's not that. I was thinking of you. I didn't want you to feel 
awkward."

"Thanks, Sam That's very sweet of you. I'll be fine. I just hope you 
are not turned off if I decide to go in the buff."

"No, Kathy. You are a beautiful lady. I understand what you are saying. 
My wife is also like that. She is gorgeous, but age does make its mark, 
and so she doesn't look like a Calvin Klein model anymore. But she is 
quite attractive, and can turn a few eyes. So can you."

"Thank you, Sam. That was a very nice thing to say. See you in a few 
minutes. Do you want to use the shower first?"

"Okay. Thanks." Kathy went down the hallway to her room, and Sam 
entered the bathroom. He stepped into the shower, and began scrubbing 
himself, wondering where the evening as headed.

Ken was already splashing around in the Jacuzzi when Sam entered, 
wearing a towel around his waist.

"Come on it. The water is nice and warm. The girls will join us soon. I 
think they are making some drinks in the kitchen."

Sam looked at Ken, and realized that he was not wearing anything. He 
could see Ken's lean body, and long arms as he continued to make waves 
in the water. He hesitated about removing his towel, but he had no 
choice. Ken saw his hesitation, and got up. He reached out and said, 
"Come on, Sam. Don't be bashful. You look just fine. Take it off."

Sam removed the towel and stepped into the Jacuzzi. Just then, Sandra 
entered, wearing a towel around her body, and carrying a tray with 
glasses filled with juice. She put the tray down nearby, within reach 
of everyone, and turned to look at the men.

"How's the water, honey?"

"Check it out yourself, Sandy. Take that thing off. Let our guest have 
a nice view."

Sandra laughed and winked at Sam. Then, with a flourish, she removed 
the towel and let it fall to the ground. She paused, letting the men 
take in her curvaceous figure, and then stepped into the water.

"Take my hand, Sam. I don't want to slip and fall."

She slid into the warm water, and gave him a hug. Blocking Ken's 
vision, she smiled at Sam, and gave a gentle squeeze to his soft cock 
under the water, and immediately floated towards her husband. They 
kissed, and groped each other for a few moments. Sam watched their 
play, and found himself getting hard. He turned his eyes away, and 
concentrated on the warm, relaxing massage his feet were getting from 
the jets at the bottom.

"Where's Kathy?" Sandra asked.

"Wasn't she with you in the kitchen?"

"She may still be in the shower," Sam said, "She let me go first, and I 
came here straight from the shower. She should be here shortly."

"Are you okay, Sam? I mean, we are not embarrassing you or anything, 
right?" Sandra asked.

"No. I'll get used to it. Are you sure Kathy would be comfortable?"

"Don't worry about her. She's usually not self-conscious about her 
body. But with you here, she might be. We'll see," Sandra said, "I hear 
her coming."

Kathy came in, wearing a loose-fitting dress, which covered her down to 
the knees.

"I see you have joined the buff parade, Sam," she commented.

"Well, you know what they say. When in Rome..."

"Yeah. So I guess I ought to do the same, eh?" "Suit yourself, Kathy. 
You don't have to take off your dress if you don't want to, but once 
you get into the water, it might as well not be there, because you 
can't hide anything when the thing is wet," Sandra said.

"I know. Move over," Kathy said, as she approached the tub. She pulled 
the gown off over her head, and stepped in.

Sam noticed that she was rather plump, but not fat. Her breasts were 
large, and they sagged a little, but the muscle tone seemed to be firm. 
There were folds around her waist, with the telltale signs of 
childbirth. She had a dark, think bush, and her thighs were quite 
stout. He noticed that there was no flab on her body, except for the 
folds around her waist, and she was otherwise in a good shape. He 
turned to talk to Ken as Kathy settled down in the water next to 
Sandra, not wanting Kathy to know that he had been staring at her.

For the next few minutes, Ken and Sam chatted about their work, and 
laughed at the jokes Ken was telling him. Sandra was busy talking to 
Kathy, but she was getting bored with nothing exciting going on. She 
decided to liven things up a bit.

She moved away from Kathy, and making her way between Ken and Sam, 
pushed him away from her husband. Turning to Kathy, she said, "Let's 
have some fun. You and Ken on one side and Sam and I on this side."

"Hey, what are you up to?" Ken asked. Don't start splashing water 
around, Sandy. The whole room will get flooded. We are not in a 
swimming pool, you know."

"I know, I know. I just want to have some innocent fun with Sam. You 
and Kathy do whatever you want."

She turned to Sam and pressed herself into him. She put her arms around 
his neck and kissed him passionately. Sam was surprised, and looked 
helplessly at Ken. Ken shook his head, and smiled.

"She's in one of her horny moods again, Sam. It's okay. Just play 
along. I am sure you will enjoy all the attention she is about to give 
you."

"You are not upset or jealous, Ken?" Both Sam and Kathy asked almost at 
the same time.

"Look, we are all adults. I think we all know what's going to happen. 
So let's not play coy, and just flow with it. I promised Sam that he 
will have a good time if he stayed back over the weekend, and I intend 
to keep my promise," Sandra said, breaking her kiss.

"Wait a minute, Sandra," Sam said, completely surprised, "You are not 
suggesting...."

"Draw your own conclusion, Sam. And don't look so shocked, for heaven's 
sake. You knew what I had in mind. Don't spoil it with a bout of 
conscience now."

"No, that's not the point. It's awkward for me to be in such a 
situation, with your husband and cousin in the same tub with us. 
Besides, you should take care of your husband."

"Oh, don't worry about me, Sam. Just relax, and enjoy her charms. We do 
this all the time. So you won't give me any nasty shock."

"But..." Sam looked at Kathy, almost begging for some help, because he 
was terribly embarrassed by all this. Kathy shrugged her shoulders, and 
said, "Sandy is a big girl now, Sam. When she was a little girl, I used 
to baby-sit her, and I would have spanked her then for her naughtiness, 
but now... even Ken doesn't mind. So relax, and enjoy, as Ken says." 
"Well said, Kathy," Ken joined in, "And it would be rude for me to 
ignore a beautiful lady like you while Sam is attending to Sandy. So 
come closer, and let's also have some fun."

Kathy was surprised, but Sam noticed that she was also elated. He 
watched as Ken pulled Kathy in his arms and kissed her on the lips. 
Putting his hands around her waist, he pulled Kathy into him, and soon 
they were kissing passionately. Sandra turned Sam's head towards her, 
and began kissing him avidly. Sam let go of his reticence and responded 
to her. His cock became hard as Sandra's fingers encircled the shaft, 
and he pushed forward, grabbing her firm buttocks and pulling her into 
his erection.

Sandra moaned with delight, and parted her legs slightly. "Touch me 
down there, Sam," She whispered, gently pulling on the skin of his cock 
over the rapidly swelling tip. Sam reached between their bodies and 
pressed his fingers over her bush. He soon found her love lips, and 
inserted a couple of fingers in her passage. He could feel her sticky 
wetness, as he pushed his fingers further in.

"Oh god, that feels so good, Sam," Sandra moaned loudly, oblivious of 
her cousin and her husband just a few feet away. She pumped his cock in 
her fist, relishing its hardness and heat.

"Hold me, Sam. I want to ride you," she said softly. She lifted one leg 
up and placed it on the edge of the Jacuzzi, opening herself up for the 
penetration of Sam's cock, which was throbbing with extreme arousal by 
now. He looked quickly at Ken and Kathy, and found that Ken had already 
pinned Kathy down against the side and was thrusting his cock deep into 
her.

Sam grabbed Sandra by the butt, and lifted her slightly, driving his 
cock all the way into her. Sandra moaned loudly, and said, "Yes, yes. 
Ram it in, Sam. I love it. How are the other two doing?"

San turned her around, so that she could see for herself.

"Yeah, honey. Way to go. How's he doing, Kathy?"

"Just great. It's been such a long time. Your husband has a nice, long 
cock. Thanks for letting me enjoy him."

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, believe me," Ken said, as he thrust 
forward, "For a mother of two, you are pretty tight, Kathy. I love it, 
baby. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll be delighted to 
pleasure you in any way you want. Are you having fun, Sandy?"

"You bet. Sam's a great lover, honey. I told you before. Ram it in, 
Sam. I want to have an orgasm before we go out for dinner."

They began enjoying their lovemaking in the warm water, unmindful of 
all the water that was spilling over the edge. Sandra reached down 
between her legs and grabbed Sam's cock as he plunged in and out, and 
began thrusting against him. She found her clitoris and started to rub 
it harder as her intensity increased. Soon she was panting and moaning. 
As she reached her climax, she arched her back, and screamed, squeezing 
her thighs together to trap Sam's cock. Sam could feel his own climax 
approaching, and he held on to her butt, ramming his cock one last time 
before exploding deep into her passage.

All the moaning and shouting from Sandra triggered Kathy's orgasm, 
aided by the formidable cock pounding her tunnel, unused in a long 
time. She wrapped her legs around Ken's slim waist, and thrust forward, 
taking advantage of the side of the tub for leverage. Ken felt the 
contractions of her cunt muscles, and shuddered involuntarily as his 
cock twitched in her tight grip. He groaned loudly, ramming her with a 
massive thrust. "Oh, yeah... take it, baby. Take all of it. Let me 
flood your pussy with all the juice you can handle. Yeah, baby. Here's 
one more load for you," he shouted, thrusting himself repeatedly into 
her passage. When they had all climaxed, they just settled down in the 
warm water, letting all the fluids to seep out of their bodies into the 
water. Sandra kissed Sam and said, "That was lovely, Sam. I hope you 
enjoyed it also."

Sam just nodded and smiled. Sandra quickly floated over to her husband, 
and kissed him.

"Thanks, honey, for not getting jealous."

"You should be jealous, Sandy. Kathy is great. I mean...."

"That's okay. You don't have to describe it. I know what you are going 
to say," Sandra laughed, and turned to Kathy.

"Did you enjoy it, cousin?"

"Yes, Sandy. I can't thank you enough for sharing your husband like 
this. I had not expected it, but I enjoyed it. It's been a long time, 
you know."

"I know. That is why I planned this evening. Sam being here has just 
added more excitement to all this, Sandra replied, and then leaning 
closer to her cousin, she whispered, "I want you and Sam to be together 
before he leaves. He's a wonderful lover. You can tell he has 
experience, once you have enjoyed his skills. Are you game?"

"I think so. Are you sure he won't mind?"

"No, he won't. He is a gentleman, and a kind man. I am sure he will be 
wonderful with you. You can pick the time. Tonight or tomorrow before 
he leaves."

Ken and Sam were already out of the tub. Ken waved his wet towel at the 
girls, and said, "Come one, ladies. It's close to 7:30. I am starving 
after all this beautiful exercise. Get ready quickly."

Everybody shuffled out of the tub, and dried themselves. Sam put his 
arm around Kathy's shoulder, and they left the master bedroom. Kathy 
put her arm around his waist, and looked down at his soft cock.

"You are in good shape, Sam. May I ask how old you are?"

"Sure. I will be 50in a few months. And you, if you don't mind my 
asking?"

"I'm 45. Not as sexy as Sandra, I'm afraid, but I am in good shape."

"Yes, you are. I overheard you say earlier that it has been a long time 
for you. I am sorry about that."

"Thank. I appreciate your concern. I hope we can do something about 
that together later. Sandra wants us to spend some time together, 
alone. She is excited about all of us having a good time without any 
inhibitions."

"That would be like her. I would be delighted to be your companion, 
Kathy."

"Thanks. I just might take you up on it."

They shook hands and went to their rooms to get ready. Sam knew that 
the night wasn't over by any means, having had some experience of the 
mischief Sandra was capable of playing. He felt energized by the 
Jacuzzi, and felt at ease with them. He began dressing, thinking of 
Kathy, and the possibilities that might present themselves later.

Chapter IV

When they got to the restaurant, Sam found himself sitting next to 
Kathy, across from Ken and Sandra. They chatted about various things 
while waiting for their orders. Kathy asked him if he and Sandra would 
be working together on a project. Sandra jumped in and said, "I hope 
so, Kathy. Aren't you, Sam?"

"Well, I probably will supervise it from our end, but you will be 
working directly with some of the scientists at Falconcrest."

"Are they as nice as you are?" Sandra asked.

"They are all nice fellows, but you will get much closer scrutiny from 
them, technically speaking, than from me."

"You prefer to give her a different kind of close scrutiny, right?" Ken 
said, and started laughing. Sandra elbowed him hard, and said, "Bite 
your tongue, Ken Richards. Is that any way to talk about your loving 
wife?"

"Oh, come off it, Sandy. I am just kidding. Besides, what I said is 
true. Isn't it, Sam?"

Sam just laughed, and said nothing. Kathy leaned over and asked him in 
a low voice, "Did you and Sandy have a fling at the conference?"

Sam looked at her, and the at Sandra, and said, "Seems to me that 
Sandra has already told you about it. You know already."

"Yes, but I wanted to hear from you."

"Yes, we did. She's a sexy gal."

"That she is," Ken said, pulling his wife closer and kissing her on the 
cheek.

The waiter brought their orders, and they got busy taking care of the 
delicious food. Ken nodded his approval of the taste, and said, 
"Thanks, Sam, for educating on your cuisine. This is delicious."

"Do you cook, Sam?" Kathy asked.

"Yes. I can cook most of the things on the menu, but not all."

"Then you have to teach me," Kathy said.

"Sure, but we'll have to make it another time."

"Of course. I live in Iowa. I'll give you my address before you leave 
tomorrow. If you come my way, come and stay with me."

"Kathy!", Sandra exclaimed, "You work fast."

"Hey, it's not often that you meet a nice gentleman like Sam, you know. 
After seeing the two of you in that Jacuzzi earlier, I think I am ready 
to explore new relationships," Kathy said.

"But he's married," Sandra said.

"That didn't stop you, did it?" Kathy said.

"Now wait a minute, ladies. Please don't fight over me," Sam 
interjected, "I am sure Kathy has only the most honorable intentions, 
Sandra. Don't get jealous now."

Sandra started to say something in protest, but Ken pinched her in the 
ribs, and said, "Don't start an argument, Sandy. Let's enjoy the nice 
dinner. Sorry, Sam."

Sandra reached across the table to Sam and Kathy, and said, "I am 
sorry. I wasn't jealous. You surprised me, Kathy. That's all. Sorry 
about my reaction."

"That's okay," Kathy said, patting her hand, "I didn't take offense." 
She turned to Sam, and patted him on the thigh. "I like you, Sam."

"So do I," Sam replied, pressing her hand and holding it on his thigh. 
Kathy looked quickly at his face, and then at Sandra and Ken across the 
table. They were busy eating. Kathy quickly moved her hand up and 
touched Sam's crotch. She felt his response immediately, and she gave 
his growing tumescence a gentle squeeze.

"I like to spend the night with you, Sam," She whispered in his ears. 
Sam nodded, and pressed her hand harder into his arousal. Kathy looked 
across the table, and then quickly down at her hand. It was completely 
covered by the tablecloth. She rubbed her palm over his hardness. Sam 
shifted slowly without attracting much attention, and spread his legs 
further. Now Kathy had better access to him, and she cupped his crotch 
fully with her hand, feeling the stiff organ, and tracing her fingers 
around the tip. Sam was fully aroused, and reached down to pull the 
zipper. He guided her hand inside, and relaxed as her fingers curled 
around the edge of his jocky shorts to reach inside. She found the hard 
cock, and managed to get a grip on the tip with her fingers. She rubbed 
the tiny opening with her fingertip, and found the sticky wetness of 
the fluid at the opening. She looked at him and smiled.

"I am going to enjoy this, Sam," she whispered in his ears, and gently 
pulled out her hand. She licked her finger and winked at him. Sam 
smiled and pulled up his zipper. Then he leaned over to her, and said, 
"How about giving me a taste of yours?"

Kathy blushed, and slid slightly forward, opening her legs slightly. 
Sam managed to reach under her skirt, and found her soft panty. He 
found her wet already, and slid a finger around the edge to touch her 
soft lips. He wiggled his finger, and managed to tickle her clitoris.

Kathy gasped involuntarily. That caught the attention of her cousin and 
her husband to them. Sandra looked at her and gave a big, knowing 
smile, and winked at them. Sam smiled back, and continued rubbing his 
finger over Kathy's pussy lips, causing her to breathe harder.

Just then the waiter approached, and asked if they were ready for the 
dessert.

Sam gently pulled his hand out from between Kathy's legs, and said, "I 
think I'll pass the dessert for now." He winked at Kathy, and licked 
his finger.

Across the table, Ken and Sandra were aware of the fact that Sam and 
Kathy were up to something, since Kathy had a tough time hiding her 
flushed face. Sam paid the waiter, and they left the restaurant.

As soon as they were seated comfortably in the car, Kathy pulled Sam 
into her arms, and kissed him on the lips. Sam pulled her into his arms 
as well, and they kissed eagerly. He reached up and cupped her breast, 
massaging the flesh in his palm as he pushed his tongue deep into her 
mouth. Kathy responded with a deep moan, and whispered, "I can't wait 
to get home, Sam. I need you."

Sandra turned around in her front seat, and looked at them. She cleared 
her throat, and said, "Knock it off, you lovebirds. At least wait until 
we get home."

Kathy just waved her hand at her, and continued to kiss Sam, as they 
groped at each other. Sandra turned back, and said to Ken, "Gosh, Ken. 
Look at them. I am getting hot. Hurry up."

"Okay, okay. Leave them alone, will you? You'll have your chance," Ken 
patted his wife on the leg, as he turned into the driveway, "We are 
home."

Ken parked the car, and they got out. As soon as they were inside, 
Sandra pulled Sam in her arms, and kissed him.

"You two have fun, Sam. Make all the noise you want. Ken and I are 
going to do the same. Then we'll join you guys. I want to have a wild 
orgy tonight with all of us together. But first you and Kathy have your 
thing."

She took Ken by the arm and practically dragged him towards the master 
bedroom. Kathy and Sam walked back to their rooms, hand in hand. When 
they reached Sam's bedroom, he stopped, and said, "Your bed or mine?"

"Yours. You take charge of this night, Sam. I want to be loved, 
cuddled, kissed and fucked. It's been a long time since I had a nice 
sexual experience. From everything Sandy has told me, you can give me 
an experience I've been missing. So I want you to be in charge."

Sam smiled and stepped aside to let her in. He closed the door, and 
turned her around. Pulling her in his arms, he said, "Kathy, I really 
like you a lot. You are a beautiful and attractive woman. I want to 
make love to you."

Kathy nodded, and said, "I also want you to. Just tell me what you want 
me to do."

"Let's get out of these clothes, and then we'll just follow our 
instincts. How's that?"

"Okay, but I'm a bit rusty."

"Oh, you don't forget these things, Kathy. Let me undress you. I love 
to do that. It is terribly exciting to undress a woman slowly, and 
watch her beauty unfold."

"But I am not like Sandra, Sam. I am kind of fat and out of shape. I 
hope you won't be disappointed."

"Don't underestimate your attractiveness, Kathy. You have turned me on 
already. See for yourself," he took her hand and placed it on his 
bulge. Kathy squeezed it gently, and smiled.

"You are the sweetest man I have come across in a long time, Sam. Okay. 
I'm all yours."

Sam slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. He lifted her breasts, 
clad in a soft, low-cut satin bra, and bent down to kiss the cleavage. 
His nose picked up her enchanting fragrance. He could see the hard 
nipples and the goose pimples on her smooth skin. He looked at her 
face, and saw her looking at him, excitement and shyness taking turns 
in her expressions. He reached around to unclasp the bra, and gently 
lifted the cups to uncover the breasts.

Kathy was a bit heavy, about size 38D, and the breasts sagged a little. 
She licked her lips and took a sharp breath as Sam opened his mouth and 
took a nipple between his lips. He sucked on it, and began massaging 
the underside of her breasts, pulling her towards himself. Kathy put 
her hands around his head, and moaned, pressing his face into her 
flesh, gasping with excitement as he took turns licking and sucking her 
nipples.

Sam pushed her gently toward the bed, and made her lie down. He lay 
next to her, and began sucking and playing with her breasts in right 
earnest. He always loved to play with a woman's breasts, knowing how 
sensitive most of them are in certain areas of it. He could see the 
blue veins on the underside of her breasts, where the skin was still 
milky white, obviously covered up during exposure to the sun. He kissed 
her skin, gently massaging the side of her breasts under the armpits. 
Kathy moaned, reacting strongly to his foreplay, and finding herself 
getting rapidly wet between her legs, as his massage and stimulation of 
her breasts drove her to a level of excitement she had not experienced 
before. Her late husband had never paid so much attention to her 
breasts, and she found herself getting terribly aroused to the point of 
orgasm, even before he had touched her mound.

"Oh, Sam. I have never felt so good before. Please don't stop what you 
are doing. I never thought I would be so aroused just with the breast 
play."

Sam smiled at her, and said, "I love the feel and taste of breasts and 
nipples. Something my wife made me appreciate. Her breasts are like 
yours. Very sensitive and wonderful."

"Don't you feel guilty cheating on her like this?"

"Well, sometimes I do. But she is not as much into sexual pleasure now 
as before. She knows I have a very strong drive and she doesn't. She 
knows she is not able to satisfy me nowadays, because she just doesn't 
enjoy it anymore. We have two grownup kids, and she's already into 
menopause. I guess it does things to a woman's body. She complains 
about dryness and pain and itching if we have intercourse before she is 
sufficiently aroused. So without explicitly saying it in so many words, 
she has let me know that she understands my needs and her inability to 
satisfy them. She probably suspects that I have relations with other 
women, but she does not bring it up. Neither do I. I suppose she does 
not want to embarrass me. I love her very much, and she loves me, too. 
So I guess, I feel it's okay to have some sex on the side when I feel 
the need, as long as I love her as much as I do. I'd never think of 
leaving her, Kathy."

"That's terribly sweet, Sam. I am touched by your honesty. I was 
feeling guilty about it, because I felt responsible for your cheating 
on her."

"Oh, no. Please don't think like that. It's okay. My wife won't give me 
a hard time about it. Now where was I?"

"You were sucking my breasts, Sam. Please do it more. I feel so light 
and beautiful, the way you are paying so much loving attention to 
them."

But of course, Kathy. Your breasts are lovely. I want to make love to 
them later."

"Oh, yes, Sam. My husband also liked that. I used to love it when he 
would straddle me and put his cock between them and shoot all over my 
chest. Will you fuck my breasts like that?"

"Try and stop me, Kathy."

Kathy laughed, and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Be rough with me, 
Sam. Kiss me, bite me, fuck me as hard as you can. I want to scream at 
the top of my voice. There is so much suppressed desire in me for the 
last two years, that I can't wait to get blow out orgasms."

"You'll have Ken and Sandra dashing out of their bed if you scream 
loudly."

"I don't care. Let them come and watch. I want them to see how grownups 
fuck. Let's give them a fucking blow out show."

"Okay, if that's what you want," Sam said, laughing. "Right now, I want 
to explore your hidden charms."

He slid down towards her feet, and found the side zipper of her skirt. 
In no time, he had removed her skirt and slip, and was staring with 
lustful arousal at the plump mound, covered in soft, pink panties. He 
could see that she had a full bush of pubic hair that edged past the 
panty line. It always excited him to see a naked woman with a full 
bush. He had no liking for shaved pussies.

Sam slowly pulled the panties down, and took them off. He brought the 
wet crotch panel to his nose and inhaled deeply. Her erotic fragrance 
caused his already hard cock to twitch in excitement.

"You smell so exotic, Kathy, that I can't wait to taste you."

Kathy smiled at him, excitement showing in her face, as she opened her 
legs for him. Sam looked at her exposed pussy lips, glistening in the 
wetness of her love juices. Her pubic hair was already wet, and he 
could see small dewy drops of her secretions twinkling in her bush.

Sam spread her legs wider, and leaned forward. As soon as he had 
touched her love lips with his tongue, Kathy moaned, thrusting her hips 
against his lips.

"Yes, yes. Suck my cunt, Sam. Oh, God. It's been so long. Please suck 
my pussy." Kathy cried out in joy, as his tongue flicked her pussy lips 
and sought her clitoris.

Sam watched her intimate parts closely, and saw the little red button 
above her pussy lips. It was glistening with excitement, and almost 
inviting him to pull it out of its protective hood. He took it between 
his lips and sucked hard. Kathy cried out and heaved sharply upwards, 
shuddering as the first of many orgasms hit her. Sam stayed with her, 
pressing his tongue relentlessly across her pulsating love lips, as he 
sucked and licked her flowing juices. Kathy was beside herself in 
agonizing pleasure, and letting go of all her inhibitions, she screamed 
loudly, as her body shuddered in powerful waves of orgasmic tremors. 
Her eyes were tightly shut as she clutched the bedsheet in her fists, 
thrashing about in ecstasy as Sam continued his oral assault on her 
throbbing womanhood.

Unable to bear the sweet agony, Kathy grabbed his head and pushed him 
off, her body convulsing in sobs. Sam looked up, and saw the tears 
flowing out of her closed eyes. He immediately moved away from her 
legs, and slid up next to her. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed 
her on the mouth, and said, "I am sorry, Kathy. Are you okay?"

Kathy nodded wordlessly, and held him tightly. Sam put his head on her 
breasts, and kissed them. Kathy moaned, and said between sobs, "Please 
Sam. Don't do anything. It hurts."

"Sorry. Are you sure you are all right?"

"Yes, I am, Sam," Kathy wiped her tears and smiled at him, "Haven't you 
made your wife cry with pleasure like this? I felt so full of bliss 
when you sucked my clit that I couldn't bear it. I am not crying in 
pain, darling. You gave me the most incredible orgasms in a long time. 
Did I scream a lot?"

Sam laughed, and said, "You sure did. I am surprised Ken and Sandra are 
not here already."

Kathy smiled, and pulled his face towards her. Kissing him on the 
mouth, she said, "I don't care. I haven't had so much fun in a long 
time. How can I thank you, Sam?"

"You don't have to. It was my pleasure also. You taste wonderful, 
Kathy."

"Thank you. I can't wait to taste you, Sam. Give me a few minutes, and 
then you lie down. I want to suck you, and then I want to ride you. Can 
you last a long time?"

"I used to. I probably won't last very long when you suck me. I am too 
excited. You are extremely sexy."

"Oh, Sam," Kathy said, her voice trembling, "You know that's not true. 
I am not as attractive anymore, certainly not like Sandy. I am 
overweight and out of shape. But I love you for your kindness."

"Don't put yourself down," Sam said, pulling her in his arms, "You are 
attractive, Kathy. Sandra has a different kind of animal lustfulness 
about her. You are a mature woman, and your sexuality is different. I 
am being honest with you. I find you extremely sexy and desirable, 
because I can feel your maturity, and I know that you know far better 
how to please a man than Sandra does. She is a dynamo, but with a 
quick-burning fuse. You are not like that."

Kathy touched his face, and smiled. "Sam, I know you are being very 
kind to me, and I love you for it. I will do my best to give you as 
much pleasure as I am capable of. Now please let me undress you, and 
taste your manhood. I want to feel its heat and power in my mouth. 
Relax, my sweet lover, and enjoy my love."

Sam patted her head, and nodded. He raised himself on his elbows and 
watched, as Kathy slid down towards his legs, and began unbucking his 
pants. She removed them slowly, and kissed erection through the shorts, 
rubbing her nose across it. She could smell his masculine aroma, and it 
excited her. She opened her mouth and grabbed the tip between the lips, 
squeezing the flesh gently through the rough cotton briefs. She gripped 
the cloth between her teeth, and gently pulled down. Slowly his 
underwear came off, exposing his thick pubic mound to her gaze. 
Smiling, she jerked her head, and pulled the underwear completely off. 
Sam's cock sprang loose from the confines, and swung across her face as 
it jerked up towards his belly.

Kathy giggled in delight, and immediately swooped down on it. Sam gave 
out an involuntary moan as her warm and wet lips encircled his swollen 
cock. Kathy pushed her head down over it, taking in almost the entire 
length of his nearly seven inches of hard meat in her mouth. She moaned 
with pleasure, and cupped his balls as she began sucking him with 
obvious expertise.

Sam closed his eyes and let himself be engulfed in the waves of 
incredible pleasure emanating from his loins. He began to respond 
rapidly to her expert skills, as she sucked and licked his throbbing 
cock, chewing his pulpy flesh at the tip with her gums and sending 
sharp bolts of pleasure through his cock. He realized that this woman 
knew what she was doing, and resigned himself for a massive explosion 
which he knew was imminent any moment.

Kathy sensed his arousal, and knew he was close. She quickly looked at 
him, and saw that his eyes were closed, and he had a look of extreme 
concentration. Happily, she began sucking him, plunging her head up and 
down rapidly as her lips clutched the throbbing hot shaft in a tight 
grip. Sam moaned and shuddered, as he felt the juices churning in his 
balls. Kathy felt the churning also, as she cuddled them in her palm.

"Come for me, my lover. Fill me with your juice. I want to drink all of 
it," she said, pumping his shaft rapidly as she watched the tip of his 
cock carefully. Sam heaved up as the his juices came flooding down his 
shaft. Kathy was ready. She grabbed the swollen tip in her mouth just 
as he exploded, filling her mouth with a huge load of white fluid. The 
force of it caused his semen to splash across her face, and she watched 
in amazement as he erupted again and again, sending jets of white, 
frothy semen in the air, and down her hands as she continued to pump 
him. She quickly took his cock in her mouth as it began to lose its 
hardness, and sucked him dry. When she had completely cleaned him off, 
she slid over his naked body, and lay on top of him.

"That was so lovely, Sam. You taste wonderful."

"You give great had, Kathy. I can't believe I cam so much. It was just 
wonderful."

"I'm so happy you enjoyed it, Sam. Let's rest for a while, and then I 
want you to fuck me. Your cock is so beautiful. I didn't realize it 
would be so big."

"It's not that big. Lots of men have longer cocks than mine."

"It's not the length, Sam. I am talking about its diameter. The girth 
is so big, I had to struggle to get it in my mouth. I know I am going 
to enjoy it going in my pussy. I feel like a teenager with her first 
cock."

"Thank you. I will do my best to give you as much pleasure as I can. 
Let's rest for a while."

Kathy cuddled up to him, and kissed him. She really liked him, and knew 
that it would be a long time before she would meet such a nice person 
again.

After a few minutes, Sam looked at her, and said, "There was a time 
when I could get it up in less than fifteen minutes after my first 
orgasm. I was so envious of women then, because they can have multiple 
orgasms one after the other, and we men can't. But now I enjoy the 
afterglow a lot. It makes me feel very close to my lover, and it is 
important to me."

"So do I, Sam. I never felt so wonderful after an orgasm before. You 
are a wonderful man, and now I know how wonderful you are as a lover. I 
know that, after tonight, I am going to miss you a lot. I want this 
night to be most memorable for both of us. I'd like for us to spend it 
together."

"Of course."

"I mean, I don't feel like having Ken and Sandy join us. This is so 
beautiful. If they come in, it will turn into an orgy. I'd rather have 
you for myself tonight. Do you mind?"

"Of course not. I am delighted that you find me so desirable."

"Thanks, Sam. Is it okay if I fall in love with you, because I already 
have." Kathy laughed, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Well, that's fine by me. I am flattered. You are a lovely lady, Kathy. 
It's my pleasure to be your lover tonight."

"I love you, Sam," Kathy said, and her voice trembled. Sam pulled her 
into his arms, and kissed her. Kathy began to cry.

"It's okay, darling. I love you, too. I'll be with you all night, and 
make love to you as much as we can both handle it. Don't cry, Kathy."

"I can't help it. I haven't felt so close to any man since my husband 
died, Sam. Let me cry, please. I need to let it out. I've been so 
lonely the last few years. Please hold me, Sam."

Sam held her close, and caressed her face, as Kathy sobbed in his arms. 
He lay there, wondering what would happen in the morning, and in the 
days and months to follow. He could feel her pain and loneliness, and 
his heart went out to her.

Much later, he slowly pulled his arm out form under her, and gently 
placed her head on the pillow. Kathy had fallen asleep, and her face 
had relaxed in a sweet, happy expression. He kissed her forehead 
gently, and got up to go to the bathroom. As he relieved himself, he 
wondered what Ken and Sandra might be doing. He decided to check on 
them and return quickly before Kathy woke up. He did not want her to 
find herself alone in the room when she awakened. He had a promise to 
fulfill. He had to make love to her.

The thought caused him to become erect again. He paused at the door, 
and looked back at the sleeping woman. He realized that, in her own 
mature way, Kathy was a very attractive woman. His gaze fell on her 
moist mound, still glistening from her earlier orgasm. His cock 
twitched and jerked upward as the erotic sight of the lovely woman 
brought him the realization that he wanted her. He decided not to 
bother about Ken and Sandra, and returned to the bed. He was going to 
awaken the sleeping beauty with a kiss and then make passionate love to 
her. He realized how much he needed to experience the loving confines 
of her slippery passage around his throbbing cock. Sam slid into bed 
slowly, careful not to awaken Kathy, as he stretched alongside her. 
Kathy turened in her sleep and pressed herself back against him, her 
butt resting in the cradle of his legs as he positioned himself behind 
her. Sam put his hand over her, and gently pulled her into him, his 
palm firmly grasping her breast. He felt it harden at his touch, as 
Kathy moaned softly in her sleep.

Sam pressed himself into Kathy's warm body, and immediately his flaccid 
cock began to stir as it found its way between her legs. Sam 
repositioned himself, holding his cock at the proper angle so that it 
pushed in the crack between her buttocks. He pressed it in, and felt it 
grow as it probed the soft flesh. Kathy stirred and turned around. She 
opened her eyes, and saw him. She smiled sweetly, and said, "I love 
you, Sam. You are such a wonderful lover. I really enjoyed this a lot," 
she grabbed his semi-erect cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Did you have a good nap?"

"Yes. Did you also have a nap?"

"No. I am not sleepy."

"You are still horny, aren't you? You know how to flatter a girl, Sam. 
I appreciate that. Do you want to make love again?"

"Not necessarily. I don't mind just cuddling up like this. I wonder 
what Ken and Sandra are doing. I thought they were going to crash here 
and have an orgy. Didn't Sandra say something like that?"

"I don't remember. Do you like orgies?"

"Don't know. I never participated in one yet. Have you?"

"No, but my late husband wanted me to. I just didn't feel comfortable 
about it."

"What if Ken and Sandra come in here, and want to have a foursome?"

"I think it's okay, because they are family. And now I know how 
wonderful you are, I don't mind. Do you think they will come?"

"I have a feeling they will. Sandra was too turned on to be satisfied 
with the regular stuff."

"You are right. Sam, if they come in here, and you want to do it with 
Sandra, it's okay. To tell you the truth, I'd love to watch you do it 
with her."

"Really? Why?"

"Because you have such a mature way of making love. Ken is a ho stud, 
but he is not "skilled" like you, if you know what I mean."

"You mean he doesn't have as much experience as you and I have."

"Yeah. It does make a difference."

Sam laughed, and pulled her in his arms. "Kathy, you are a sweet lady. 
I am really enjoying being with you."

"So am I," Kathy replied, hugging him back. Just then, the door swung 
open, and Ken entered, carrying Sandra in his arms. They were both 
naked.

"Hi lovers, mind if we join you?" Ken shouted, grinning with 
excitement, as he put Sandra down on the bed on top of Kathy and Sam.

Sandra rolled off and put her arms around Sam. "How are you two doing? 
Did you have sex yet?"

"Yes, Sandy, we did," Kathy said, "how about you?"

"No, we were meditating all this time, sitting in opposite corners of 
the room," Ken roared with laughter, as he got up on the bed near 
Kathy.

"Were you meditating with this?" Kathy grabbed his throbbing cock and 
wiggled it in her fist, laughing as she sat up to make room for him. 
Sandra laughed and said, "Yeah. And I was sitting on his pole trying to 
meditate. Do you think it is possible to meditate when you are 
copulating, Sam? You are Indian. You must know about these things."

"No, I don't. But I suppose it is possible. After all, meditation is 
nothing but one pointed attention and concentration on something beyond 
our physical experience of the world."

"I had one-pointed attention all right," Sandra said, pointing at Ken's 
erection, "I had a very deep attention, and it was driving me crazy."

Everybody laughed. Kathy was rubbing Ken's cock between her palms, 
while he massaged her breasts, making her nipples hard. Sandra flung 
her arms around Sam's neck, and said, "Hi Sam. I have been waiting for 
you to fuck me all night. Did you and Kathy have a good time? Are you 
ready for me now?"

"Yes. Do you want to go to another room?"

"No way. I want to watch Ken and Kathy. May be we could have a 
foursome. How about it, Ken? And how about you, Kathy? Do you want to 
have a foursome?"

"Well, I was just telling Sam before you guys came in, that I wanted to 
watch him pound your pussy with his beautiful cock, Sandy. If you 
haven't experienced it, you should. No offense, Ken. Your cock is 
wonderful also."

"No offense taken. I want to see him fuck her, too. She has been raving 
about him for days," Ken replied, and got off the bed.

"Let's figure out the logistics of this, "Ken said," this room is not 
too big. So we have to figure out how we are going to use this bed for 
a foursome."

"God, Ken, this is not a military campaign, for heaven's sakes!" Sandra 
said, laughing and pushing Ken away from the bed, "talk about 
logistics! It's simple. I know exactly how we are going to do it, if 
you will go along."

"Okay, Sandy. You tell us. But it better be good," Ken said, pinching 
her nipples.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't you worry. The main thing is that we girls 
want to watch you guys pound our pussies at the same time, and we all 
want to be together in this bed. So here is how we do it. Kathy, you 
and I are going to be in the sixty nine position across the bed, with 
me on the bottom and you on the top. Ken, you get behind Kathy and fuck 
her doggie style. Sam, you get in between my legs and fuck me standing 
up."

"Very good, sweetheart," Ken said, "I think it will work. So are you 
two girls going to eat each other while we pound your pussies at the 
same time?"

"That's the idea, o husband of mine," Sandra kissed him.

Sandra pushed Kathy off the bed and stretched out across it. She pulled 
Kathy up over her and wiggled around until they were positioned for 
cunnilingus. Kathy's butt pushed out over Sandra's head, as she 
adjusted herself and reached for the glistening, wet patch between 
Sandra's legs. Kathy spread the legs and lowered her mouth over the wet 
folds of Sandra's excited pussy. Sandra put her arms around Kathy's 
waist and pulled her down, sticking her tongue out to reach Kathy's 
pussy lips.

In the meanwhile, Ken had walked around the bed, and was standing 
behind Kathy. He pulled Kathy's butt closer and leaned forward. His 
erect cock was already throbbing with excitement. As he moved closer, 
Sandra reached out and grabbed his cock. Ken looked down, and saw his 
wife's head between Kathy's legs. He watched with excitement as Sandra 
guided his cock to Kathy's opening, and smiled at him. He thrust 
forward and entered Kathy, slowly pushing his long cock all the way in. 
As soon as he had buried himself completely in Kathy's pussy, he felt 
Sandra's tongue brushing his balls as she began lapping away at the 
juices that were beginning to flow from Kathy's aroused cunt. Kathy 
thrust back against Ken's cock lowering her butt at the same time, as 
Sandra's tongue found her clitoris. Ken began thrusting his cock in and 
out, keenly aware of his wife's eager mouth sucking and licking his 
shaft and Kathy's pussy.

At the other end of the chain, Sam had grabbed Sandra's legs and 
holding them up in a V, pushed his thick cock deep inside her passage. 
Kathy's face was barely an inch away from Sandra's soaking bush, and 
she could see the pink lips of Sandra's cunt being pulled apart by 
Sam's cock. She licked the glistening shaft, covered with Sandra's 
juices, and flicked her tongue against her clitoris, making Sandra gasp 
and shudder in delight. Soon they had found the perfect rhythm, and the 
four bodies moved in harmony as two cocks pounded the juicy cunts of 
the sexy ladies, as the ladies themselves were mesmerized by the sight 
of the other's portals being invaded at such close quarters.

Kathy had earlier felt the tight packing of Sam's thick cock in her 
passage, and now she felt Ken's cock assaulting her. She could feel the 
difference between the two cocks. Ken's was longer, and reached deeper 
into her vagina, but she had to use her muscles to feel the shaft as it 
slid in and out of her like a well-oiled piston. She could feel its tip 
pressing against her cervix sometimes, as Ken rammed it deep. At the 
same time she could see Sam's thick cock before her eyes, which she 
knew was not as long as Ken's but was fatter. She watched as it pounded 
Sandra's pussy, and the extremely tight grip of Sandra's cunt. She also 
knew that Sandra was probably tighter than her, not having had any 
children yet. She felt a momentary pang of jealousy at Sandra's 
youthfulness, and reached with her hands to grab Sam's balls as he 
thrust forward.

Sam lifted her chin and looked down at her upturned face. He saw the 
raw lust and another emotion in Kathy's eyes, and smiled at her. 
Bending forward, and pausing momentarily in his strokes, he kissed 
Kathy, and whispered, "Don't feel jealous, Kathy. You are a better 
lover. Sandra is very tight, but I enjoyed you more."

"You are very sweet, Sam," Kathy whispered back, "Sorry I got carried 
away. I am enjoying watching you. I can just imagine what it looks like 
pounding me like this. Fuck her harder, Sam. I want to see your cock 
slamming in and out if her, like Ken is doing to me."

Sam looked up at Ken. Ken's eyes were closed, as he was fighting to 
keep his concentration on his cock plunging in and out of Kathy, while 
trying to enjoy Sandra's relentless licking of his shaft and balls. He 
reached forward and grabbed Kathy's swinging breasts, and braced 
himself for the final run. He began pounding his cock rapidly, causing 
Kathy to slide forward against Sam's belly. Sandra shifted down, trying 
to keep contact with Kathy's soaking pussy, at the same time wanting to 
keep Kathy's mouth glued to her own pussy.

Ken grunted as his orgasm approached. Sandra cupped his dangling balls 
and began licking Kathy's clitoris, trying to bring Kathy off at the 
same time. At the other end, Kathy and Sam also began timing their 
movements to reach orgasms at the same moment. Sam pulled Sandra's legs 
up and put his hands under her butt, lifting her off the bed. At that 
angle, his cock rammed the upper walls of her passage, his tip brushing 
across her bumpy G-spot. Sandra screamed as a lightning bolt shot 
through her loins, and her whole body trembled in a massive orgasm. Her 
sudden movements caused her lips to brush roughly against Kathy's 
inflamed clitoris, sending Kathy in a vertical spin of shuddering 
orgasm of her own. The rapidly contracting and convulsing pussies 
triggered the orgasms of the two men. With a mighty effort, Ken and Sam 
plunged forward, slamming their thoroughly soaked cocks deep into the 
passages of their lovers, and held them in. Sandra watched as Ken's 
balls contracted,. She touched the thick shaft, and felt the flood of 
semen as Ken exploded deep inside Kathy, causing her to shudder with 
another orgasm. Sandra's face was soon covered with the dripping juices 
of her husband and her cousin's dripping cunt. She buried her face in 
Kathy's mound, relishing the musky smell of her aroused pussy, and 
tasting the sweet and salty taste of the mixed juices from their 
genitals. Kathy grabbed Sam's erupting cock, as he pulled out, spraying 
Kathy's face, and soaking Sandra's thick bush.

The two women immediately pulled the respective cocks out and began 
sucking them avidly, trying to squeeze out the last drops of semen form 
the virile men. As Ken and Sam stepped back, the women hugged each 
other, and rolled over on their sides. They put their legs over the 
shoulder of the other, and started licking each other off.

Sam and Ken watched the women in the grip of love, and sat down on the 
bed, waiting for them to finish. Finally, Sandra pushed Kathy off, and 
rolled off the bed. She lay on the carpet, exhausted, but a big smile 
on her face. Kathy slowly sat up, and turning to Sam, opened her arms 
to him. She hugged him, and they kissed passionately.

"It was the most wonderful orgy I had experienced, Sam. I couldn't stop 
coming, watching your fat cock pounding Sandy like that. And Ken, I 
loved the way you fucked me. Your cock almost hit my cervix a few 
times. You are a lucky girl, Sandy. Ken has a nice cock."

"I know. I love it, too. Sam, your cock felt so good. I never felt so 
stuffed before. Sorry, Ken, but Sam's cock is thicker than yours and he 
really stretched me," Sandra said as she got up and hugged her husband.

Ken patted her on the rump, and said, "That's okay, honey. You wanted 
to know how it feels to have a really big, fat cock inside you. I am 
glad Sam was willing. I hope you had some fun, Sam."

"Of course. With these two sexy ladies, even a corpse would be sporting 
a hardon, Ken. I am glad you included me in your little family affair."

"Oh, you are so welcome, Sam," Sandra said, reaching out to him. She 
went up to Sam and hugged him, kissing him on the lips. Sam held her 
tightly, as they kissed, and then he let go.

"What time is it?", Sandra looked at thge clock on the dresser, "Oh my 
God. It's past 2 a.m. What time is your flight tomorrow, Sam?"

"I think it is at 9 a.m. Why?"

"Well, you better hit the sack then."

"That's okay, Cousin," Kathy said, "I'll take good care of him. You and 
Ken go and have your beauty sleep."

"You two aren't going to start another session now, are you?"

"No, I don't think so," Sam said, "I am tired after all this exercise. 
I am sure Kathy also wants to get some rest."

"Yes. Sam and I are going to sleep in the same bed, and keep each other 
warm while we rest. We won't do anything, I promise."

Sandra laughed and gave a hug to Kathy. Then she took Ken by the hand 
and they left the bedroom.

Kathy headed for the bathroom and Sam began straightening up the bed. 
By the time Kathy returned, Sam was already in bed, covered with a 
white sheet that did nothing to hide his semi hard cock. Kathy snuggled 
close to him under the sheet, and they hugged each other. She kissed 
him tenderly, and said, "I will never forget this night, Sam. You made 
me feel like a beautiful woman tonight, and I am so grateful."

"You are welcome, Kathy, but you really are beautiful. And a wonderful 
lover. I enjoyed making love to you."

"So did I. Let's go to sleep. I want you to be rested well before we 
wake up, because I want you one more time before you leave. I want you 
to leave me with the sweet, sexy memories of your beautiful cock, deep 
inside me. Put it in me now, Sam. I want to sleep with it."

Kathy swung her leg over his hip, and snuggled closer. Guiding his 
hardening shaft, she pushed forward, letting the cock enter her still 
slippery passage. When he was all the way in, she relaxed, and hugged 
him. "Now hold me like this and let's sleep." She kissed him with 
passion and love, and they went to sleep.

Sam recalled the night, and the tearful farewell from Kathy, as he sat 
in the plane, looking out of the window, and reflecting on the wild 
weekend. He had enjoyed the time with Sandra, Ken and Kathy 
tremendously, and was moved when Kathy kissed him a tearful farewell. 
"I want to see you again sometime," she had whispered in his ears, and 
slipped a piece of paper in his hands as they parted with a handshake. 
Sam took out the paper from his pocket and looked at it. Kathy had 
written her phone number down for him inside a hastily drawn sketch of 
a heart. Sam wondered if she had fallen in love with him. He shook his 
head, and signaled the flight attendant to ask for some magazines to 
read. As he began scanning the magazine, he found himself getting 
sleepy, and in a few minutes, he was fast asleep.

(c) Lingaman. This is a fictional account, based on some true events. 
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