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hands between his, first one and then the other. "Your hands are like ice. Why didn't you say something?"
    "I didn't think I was supposed to. And you said I wouldn't be injured. It didn't hurt anyway."
    He shook his head as he muttered something under his breath. I think it was a foul word in French. Then he scattered butterfly kisses all over my face, eyes, nose, cheeks and finally my lips. As if from a distance, I heard Linds hiss something. I think he told her to shut up. My attention was fading fast, though because now his cock was finding its way into my pussy. If I had thought the dildo felt good, this was a hundred times better! He was big and powerful and hard as steel.
    I wanted to watch his face as he entered me for the first time, but my eyes kept falling shut. The room was dimly lit anyway. The glimpses I got, he looked very focused, very intense. Just as he completed the first long, deep thrust, the bed rocked again, in a way that was definitely not caused by our movements. He'd paused in my depths, filling and stretching me, so we were both almost still for an instant. When I pried my eyes open again, I saw Linds kneeling behind him.
    At first I could not figure out what she was doing. She was very close behind him, red-clawed fingers digging into his sides, just above where my legs wrapped around him. Finally it dawned on me. She was going to fuck him in the ass with the dildo! The shock of that almost stopped me, but I was too close to shut down.
    How we all managed to move in the same rhythm I have no idea, but we did. I would never have believed I could come three times in less than an hour either, but I did. We all yelled, more or less in unison, with the climaxes that rolled from me to Philippe to Linds in a tidal wave of titanic power. No wonder people make so much of sex. I never knew, never guessed it could be like this. What a surprise! What a trip! What an education!
    Sometime near daybreak, Philippe drove me back to my place. I was so sore and exhausted I could barely stagger into my apartment after he kissed me tenderly and told me to rest for the remainder of the weekend. My education was well and truly underway.

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    April 21
     
    Well, I have actually babysat Becky a number of times now, as well as spent a couple more weekends with just Philippe and Linds. I have slowly come to feel some sympathy for her. She lets little things slip, enough I can sense she's always felt as if she were a misfit, always kind of dangling between worlds. Not really a lesbian, she enjoys the status of being a married woman, but she has some kinky tastes. She dotes on Becky as much as Philippe does, and she doesn't get along with her blue-blooded New England family too terribly well. I'm sure she knows she's not beautiful and never will be, but she can be striking when she dresses right, and I told her so. I've made a few suggestions and I think they've actually helped her. I mean we are kind of partners here, so I felt obliged.
    Philippe and she met when they were both in college some years ago, both kind of part of the hippie scene it seems. Somehow they reached an arrangement that suited both of them. A wife is almost a necessary appendage for a professor, and one with academic credentials of her own is most impressive. Imagine my amazement when I learned Linds is a scholar of French literature. She's actually been to the Sorbonne and the Louvre! I am so envious. The cachet of that is just awesome.
    I still help Philippe by grading tests, finding books and other little errands I can run for him. He rewards me with a few minutes here and there, a quick tête-à-tête in his office or slipping off for a quickie when he's bringing me home when I have actually babysat Becky. Yes, you can do it in the Triumph, although the Volvo station wagon is a bit more convenient.
    I am dreading the end of the semester now, to be honest. Going home to Maizeville is going to be such a let down. There is not one single man in that