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I told her to get on home and change before the school bus arrived.

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We had started into the most intense period of wild fucking any couple could have. Because of our limited times together, we made the most of them. We grabbed a quickie on Tuesday morning when she dropped over to pick up some sales materials. She came over that Thursday night for a four-hour romp. Then again the following Thursday.

On New Year’s Eve, she spent the night, the first time we would actually sleep together. We had gone to a club and met a couple she knew. I don’t remember their names, and we danced and had a decent time but we both just wanted to get back to my house and screw. Dee took me by the hand at five minutes before twelve and led me to my car. It was time to go. She gave me a slow, masterful blowjob as I drove us home.

Once naked in bed, I got busy eating pussy. Her first orgasm was almost immediate, but as usual, I stayed with it until she unleashed her second coming, and I felt her swamp water flow. Then I mounted her sleek, fine frame and slipped my bat into her cave, and I pounded her until my rocket lifted off inside her.

We held each other for what seemed like a long time. At first, nothing needed to be said. But soon we were talking intimately and she opened up about her marriage and her husband. She said he had swept her off her feet in Paris and she’d ended up pregnant, but found out soon enough that he was cheating on her from the start and he would fuck anything that moved. She actually tried to come back to the U.S. with only her child, but he complained that she couldn’t take her away, "she’s my child too," etcetera.

So they came to the U.S., were married, she took care of their child and he had his affairs. He would always try to force her to swing and fuck other couples, which she went along with a few times but was never comfortable with. So she settled into a life of knowing her husband was usually fucking around on her. And this last affair was the final affair as far she was concerned.

“What was the final straw?” I asked.

“He knocked up an eighteen-year-old girl.”

“I guess that would do it,” I said.

After a few moments of silence, she took my penis in her hand and began stroking it, and eventually said, “I have a New Year’s gift for you.”

She rolled over and reached into her purse on the table and turned back to me.

“Rob, you have stuck your love muscle inside me many wonderful times. I love it in my snatch and I love it in my mouth. But there’s one place you haven’t stuck it yet.”

She opened her hand and placed a small tube of K-Y jelly on my stomach.

“Happy New Year!” she said.

I stared at the container for a moment then looked at her.

“It’s not going to bite you,” she said, picking up the tube. She opened it and squeezed some lube into her hand, then slathered it all over my now-hard cock. Then she handed it to me and said, “You can do the honors on me!” She rolled over ass-up. I greased my fingers and lubricated her.

Her asshole opened wide, then closed, then reopened, two or three times. Like it was winking at me. This was no virgin ass. I placed the head of my dick to her o-ring and she opened for me. And I pushed.

I was not the most experienced assfucker at that point in my life but I didn’t let that stop me. She moaned at first, but with gentle swings, I eased it in, an inch at a time. When I was halfway home I started fucking that sweet ass with solid thrusts and soon my balls were slapping her ass. Dee was shrieking in tongues and letting out what sounded like painful groans. I was hoping it was a good pain.

“Oh yes… fuck my ass, boy! Fuck that fucking ass!”

I was driving her like a semi-automatic nail gun. "Harder, harder…”

“Oh shit… what the fuck! Big fucking cock up my ass. Shoot your cum up my fucking ass…”

That’s just what I did. It flew out of me, into Dee, and I held her tight with my cock still ass-bound as I quivered through my aftershocks. When I pulled out I watched my jizz seep out of her ass and onto the sheet.

I spooned Dee’s body with mine and held her. “Are you alright?” I asked.

“I’m wonderful, I feel terrific,” she said. “How ‘bout you?”

“Never better,” I said, and I meant it. After that, anal sex was a regular part of our repertoire.

I made us breakfast at four a.m. She said she loved my omelet.

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The mad fucking continued. Over the next couple of months, we had our usual Thursday nights and every other Saturday night. In between, we’d have “sales meetings”. That was when she’d come over to drop something off or pick something up and we’d get naked and see how many times we could get off. A couple of times she came over my house just to drop something off and we still found some time for fucking and sucking.

One Thursday night, I was over at Dee’s apartment and her older sister called. We were seated on the sofa in her living room and Dee handed me the phone and started taking off my pants. Soon she was sucking my cock while I was talking to her sister on the phone.

“I hear you’re turning my sister in a nymphomaniac,” her sister said, as Dee licked my balls and stroked my dick.

“I think she’s turned me into one,” I grunted, as Dee took my swollen cock back into her mouth.

“Well, she says you’ve done some amazing things to her. Says you make her spurt like a monsoon,” she said as Dee throated me.

“Ugh… ugh…”

“What did you say?…”

“Oh my God…” I blurted. I dropped the phone, held Dee’s head and ejaculated into the back of her throat. She only gagged once.

After that Dee spoke to her sister briefly while I pulled her pants down. I went down on her and she howled and yelped for several minutes until she came all over me and the couch. I didn’t find out till later that the phone was off the hook and her sister listened to the whole thing.

Another Thursday night, I was over at her place and Dee cooked us a nice dinner. We ate delicious lasagna and salad, and I had her pussy for dessert. After she’d come twice and I’d dumped a hefty load of my lemon juice into her thirsty throat, we were lying together in our lambent flush and, as we usually would, talked. And when our bodies were naked, our thoughts usually were too.

I told her my band had an early gig at Slackers on Saturday and asked if she would like to come. Then she started to hem and haw, saying that it’s not much fun sitting around for forty minutes of every hour to spend twenty minutes together. She was right of course, and I suggested that maybe she could coax a friend to go along.

“Who? Maybe Sharon?” she asked.

I said Sharon would be fine.

“You like her, don’t you?” she said.

“Of course I like her, she’s your friend,” I babbled.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” she said.

I started to blather some mumbo jumbo but she cut me off.

“Oh, relax, loverboy, we both know she’s hot!” Then she reached over to her nightstand and picked up the phone.

“Hey, honey,” Dee said when Sharon answered. I only heard one side of the conversation, but it went something like this: “Rob and I were lying here, resting in between orgasms, and your name came up… Yeah… And he thinks you’re hot and he wants to fuck both of us… No, together… Can you get away Saturday night?… Rob has a gig… Afterward at his place…”

She looked at me and asked what time was the gig. I told her three to seven. She went back to her conversation with Sharon.

“Three to seven, what do you say?... Really?... Great, I can’t wait… Okay, perfect… Sure, I’ll tell him. Bye.”

“It’s all set,” she said with a satisfied smile. “You’re gonna have two fine women in your bed Saturday night! There’s just one small condition though.”

“Uh oh, here we go. And what would that be?” I asked.

“She wants you to cook her up one of your mean omelets!”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll pick up some eggs.” I kissed her. Her phone call had aroused me again and I was ready to pick up where we’d left off.

“Rob,” she said when we broke our kiss. “Remember when we talked about my marriage and I told you about all of my husband’s affairs?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I had one too. It was with Sharon.”

Our sex was sweet, and I couldn’t help thinking about how it might be sweeter still come Saturday.

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On Saturday, we were just finishing up the second set when they walked in, and just about every eye in the house followed them to their table. They both wore their ‘fuck me’ jeans, Dee in blue and Sharon in black, with heels and tight tops. They looked sensational. I sat down between them and thanked them both for coming.

“Oh, no problem,” Sharon said softly, her mouth close to my ear. “It’s not every day I get to fuck a handsome man and a pretty woman at the same time!” She squeezed my hand.

Dee asked me for my house key and said that they would be leaving before the end of the gig to go to my house and set up. I handed her the key and asked what they had to set up.

“You won’t be disappointed,” was all she said.

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The lower level of my house was a large, carpeted family room, and was where I did most of my entertaining and where my TV and stereo were located. And when I walked in I was not disappointed.

There was a fire burning in the fireplace and soft jazz music playing. Scented candles burned in various locations around the room, giving a soft glow to what lay before me. On the floor, they had created our love nest: a king-sized lair of cushions, pillows, and a mass of layered quilts and comforters. A stainless steel wine bucket with two bottles in it was sitting on the floor reflecting the flicker of the fireplace.

At the sight of the women entering the room, my dick was already on high alert. They held hands and both wore short sheer negligees and thongs, and nothing else. Dee’s thong was red, Sharon’s was black, and their four nipples were plain to see through the gauzy fabrics.

“Hello, Handsome,” Dee said. “Are you ready?” I nodded. “Let’s start with a kiss.”

She pressed her lips to mine and we embraced, and we kissed long and deep. As soon as we parted Sharon took over, kissing me hard, groping me, tasting my mouth and tongue. When we separated, she wrapped her arms around Dee and they kissed like long-lost lovers. This was a hard rock turn on.

“I think we should help Rob get a little more comfortable, don’t you, Dee?” Sharon said.

“Absolutely,” Dee replied.

Sharon stood facing me, kissed me again and started slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Dee stood behind me and pressed her pussy to my ass, kissed my neck and reached her arms around my waist and started unsnapping my jeans.

My shirt came off and Sharon’s lips tickled my shoulders. My pants dropped to the floor and Dee dropped to her knees and I felt her tongue enter my ass. Sharon’s tongue slipped into my mouth and her right hand fondled my dick in my boxers.

“We’re going to have fun tonight,” Sharon murmured. I didn’t have to tell her I was having fun already.

Now that I had a raging hard-on and was stripped to my shorts, they told me to have a seat on the chair they placed in position. Dee handed me a glass of wine and said that they were going to do a striptease for me. I sat down and sipped my wine.

They started with a slow, silky dance, holding one another close and French kissing to the jazz samba background music, a few minutes of lezzy love. Sharon’s hand slid under Dee’s thong, then she slowly opened Dee’s wrap, pulled it over her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Dee’s nipples were rigid like crabapples. Then Sharon knelt, slid the thong aside and put her mouth on that glorious gash. My dick was at full staff, jutting through the slit in my shorts. I slurped the rest of the wine in my glass.

Soon Sharon rose and Dee undressed her while they kissed. Dee removed Sharon’s thong and replaced it with her mouth. Sharon whimpered with delight and ground into her face. Sharon’s left hand was on the back of Dee’s head, but her eyes were on me, beckoning. I rose, tossed my shorts aside and walked over to her, put my tongue in her mouth and we kissed with a savage lust.

“I want to fuck you,” she rasped.

“I’m going to eat you first,” I said.

“Yes…”

Dee rose to her feet and kissed me, then kissed Sharon. “Lie down,” she said. “I’ve fantasized about watching Rob fuck you.”

We lowered onto our love nest and Sharon and I shared another bionic kiss. Then my lips and tongue traveled southward bit by bit, to her neck, her shoulders, her luscious tits. I sucked those tits, I licked her navel, and I kissed her thighs, circling around her seductive slit. She was squirming with anticipation. I got in position for my attack and I felt Dee’s hands between my legs.

Sharon’s pussy was clean-shaven, the first shaved pussy I’d ever seen. In those days women would trim and wax their pubes, but I’d never seen one shaved. But if one thing could possibly have turned me on more than I already was, that was it.

I was on my knees between Sharon’s legs and she let out a loud cry when I put my mouth on her love knob. I must have hit the right button because she started squealing and wouldn’t stop.

Dee was behind me with her hands on my cock. One hand stroked my shaft, one hand massaged my balls and her tongue caressed the crack of my ass.

“Yes!” Sharon squawked, “Eat my goddamn pussy!” My hair was squeezed in bunches in her fists as her body thrashed. “Goddamn, Dee, where did you find this guy? Yes, that’s it!”

Dee pulled my cock back through my legs and began sucking my cock from behind. Another first: not only eating a bald pussy but getting a backward blowjob at the same time! She pulled it back as far as it would go without breaking it. I could feel her face on my balls and ass so I know she must have had most of it in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck...” Sharon screamed. She came in a mad rush and her body throbbed like a wounded duck.

Sharon expected me to come up for air, but of course, I didn’t. Besides, Dee had my dick in her mouth. I just kept munching on her honeysuckle and she kept wriggling like a hooked eel. I gripped her buttocks to help squeeze out another frenzy from within. She yowled when I rammed a couple of fingers in her ass.

“Oh my god…” she wailed, “I’m going to come again… Oh shit…”

That’s when I came. It was intense too, my body was quaking like a willow tree as I tried to shoot my wad into Dee’s mouth and keep my lips on Sharon’s walnut at the same time. She came soon after and as I rolled over to her side, Dee moved her cum-filled mouth to Sharon’s open lips and they shared a long, greasy kiss while lying in a puddle of Sharon’s jungle juice.

The rest of that night went pretty much like that, one sex act after another, and with many interesting combinations. I fucked and went down on two glorious twats, fucked two magnificent asses, had my cock sucked three times, sucked four killer tits and had my ass licked. But I think the hottest of it all was watching those two fine women eat pussy. What a turn-on. The highlight for me was fucking Sharon’s ass while she was eating Dee’s pussy and Dee was smiling shyly and staring straight at me the whole time. Ooh, that green eye burn.

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My relationship with Dee continued on very well for a while, and the sex remained great, but after a few more months things started getting weird. Her behavior became erratic. She would occasionally miss appointments for no good reason or forget to do something that was rather important. Also, I started receiving bizarre phone calls at all hours, some odd, some cranks, some threatening. Dee was pretty sure her husband was behind it.

It looked like the stress of her dealing with her divorce, a child, her work and our relationship was getting the best of her. We broke up. But then, of course, that made working together awkward and after a few weeks, she found another job. I always felt bad about the way we ended.

I didn’t see her after that for a long time. About a year later, I was leaving a meeting at a radio station and I saw her entering the building. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but we chatted for a couple of minutes. She said she was now working there as a sales rep.

Over the following year or so I saw her at the station perhaps three times and it was always cordial but uneasy. As the months elapsed I continued to feel more and more remorseful about the way our good thing had ended so abruptly and thought perhaps I should make some kind of effort to smooth things over a bit and remove the thorniness. So, I called her at the radio station. They told me that Dee didn’t work there anymore, but they would relay the message.

About three hours later, I was sitting at my desk when Dee called me back. I explained my feelings about finding a comfort zone between us. She thought it was a good idea and we arranged to meet for lunch a couple of days later.

We met at a seafood restaurant right on the river and got a table in the corner by ourselves. We made small talk like 'how’s business? Lynn is growing up, the ugly divorce is final,' things like that. We were uptight at first but it didn’t take long before we relaxed and our playfulness returned. I truly had intentions of us just finding some kind of level of friendship, but it soon went past that.

She told she had never had climaxes like she had with me, before or since. I told her about the many times I’d missed eating her sweet pussy. We laughed about our first kisses and the first time I fucked her ass. We both were turned on and when we left the restaurant she was wet and I was hard. She followed me home.

We spent the rest of the afternoon fucking and sucking and I came in all her holes. It was just as good as we remembered. It wasn’t until she was getting dressed to leave at around four-thirty that she told me she had blown off a doctor’s appointment. I found out later the doctor was her psychiatrist.

Then things got weird again and I started to realize what a mistake it had been to hook up again. She began stalking me. I’d come home from work and there would be notes and gifts left on my porch. She would call me at all hours, early morning, late at night. If I didn’t answer she would leave long, rambling messages while she masturbated. She said she loved me, she wanted me to fuck her brains out, she wanted to have my baby.

This went on for several weeks. I stayed away from my house as much as I could to avoid her, but eventually, she caught me at home one evening. She wanted to fuck. I tried to reason with her about how unhealthy our alliance had become but she wasn’t processing the information. She just offered to suck my cock. Finally, I just told her she was nuts and to get the fuck out. When she left I had gooseflesh up and down my arms thinking about her next phone call.

About an hour later the phone rang, and I said, “Oh, shit,” out loud. I let the machine pick up and listened to a female voice begin to leave a message.

“Hello, Rob,” the message began. “This is Lynn ____, Dee’s daughter. I hate to bother you, but…” I picked up the phone.

Lynn had called to warn me. She said that her mother may come by to see me, and if she did please call her right away and keep her mother there until she could come to get her. She told me her mother had been diagnosed with a serious mental illness and had gone missing. As soon as they found her, her doctor was going to have her committed to a psychiatric hospital. I felt terrible having to tell her that Dee had already been here and I had told her to fuck off.

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A few years later I read in the newspaper that Dee had passed away due to an undisclosed illness. I didn’t really know her family but I felt a need to go to the memorial service. I didn’t know anyone and certainly didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so my plan was to slip in at the last second, sit in the back and leave right before the end.

I sat in the back row just as the service was beginning. It was not a large church and I could see some familiar faces as I looked around. I recognized Lynn in the first row, now a young woman in her early twenties. And I saw Sharon too, seated near the front with a man I guessed was her husband.

I didn’t get out of there quite fast enough because soon Lynn was tracking me down in the parking lot. Someone must have told her I was there. She called my name and I turned toward her voice. She ran up to me and surprisingly gave me a hug.

She was a smaller version of her mom. She was perhaps two inches shorter, but just as slim and shapely. Nice perky breasts, brown hair cut neat and the same big green eyes. She was an attractive young woman.

“Thank you so much for coming, Rob,” she said. “It means a lot. But weren’t you even going to say hello and let us know you came?”

I told her I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and offered my condolences.

She said she was happy I’d made it and had hoped that I would. She asked if I had any free time over the following couple of days. She wanted to talk. She said she would be home for several more days before heading back to school for the end of her senior year and graduation. I didn’t feel I could say no.

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It was a pleasant afternoon and we met at a park along the river and sat at a picnic table facing one another. We sipped iced teas through straws. She was dressed in snug blue jeans and a tan sweater. I could appreciate her body; it was much like her mother’s.

“Thank you, Rob, for meeting me,” she began. “I’ve wanted to talk to you forever. Mom and I were very close, especially as I got older. We didn’t have any secrets. She told me so much about you that I feel like I know you really well even though I hardly know you at all.”

She looked me in the eyes. Her eyes were moist and had the same green glow as Dee’s.

“You were good for her. You made her happy.” Tears snuck out of her eyes.

I reached over and held her hands in mine. I didn’t know what to say but mumbled something about what a good woman her mother was.

“I remember the first time I saw you,” she continued. “Mom was dropping off something at your house and you came out onto your front porch. I told her I thought you were handsome.” She wiped her eye with her thumb. “I think she loved you,” she said with a teary chuckle. “She said you were ‘good sperm’!”

“Good sperm?” I replied. “What does that mean?”

She smiled and said, “That was Mom’s term for a guy that would make the ideal life and soul mate. Good looks, good genes, intelligent. A guy that would be good to create a heritage with. You know, good sperm.”

She talked at length about her parents’ divorce, her mother’s depression and illness, the difficult family issues. I could feel her catharsis as she unloaded and enlightened me on so many things I’d missed.

“My mom was going through hell at the time and she found happiness. With you. And looking back, I truly appreciate that.” She rose up off her bench, spanned her sleek body across the table and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you.”

We walked around the park and she told me more of her memories. She held my arm much of the time as we walked. We ate slices of pizza at a shop near the park. When we left the shop and started our walk back Lynn again grabbed my arm.

She thanked me for the late lunch, then sighed and said, “Pizza makes me horny.”

That stopped me in our tracks. She spun around and green eye burned me.

There was a brief, edgy silence, and then with a coy smile she said, “You know, Mom told me everything.”

“I can see that…”

Then she kissed me. I was hesitant at first, but soon our lips parted and I savored the power of her tongue in my mouth. Wrapped in her arms, the kiss lasted and lingered.

We parted and she held my right hand in her left. She gently caressed my face with her right.

“That was not a ‘thank you’ kiss,” she said. “And it wasn’t a ‘nice guy’ kiss either."

She squeezed my hand like a vise.

“Take me home with you,” she said.

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I tried to tell her how wrong it was in so many ways but I wasn’t very convincing. I said I was too old for her but she shot that right down by saying that an age difference hadn’t stopped her mother when I came along. She had me there. The truth was that after all the verbal intimacy I wanted to please her. And I wanted her too.

She followed me to my house and we were no sooner inside the front door and we attacked each other. I told her I needed to use the bathroom and when I came out a minute later she was naked on my bed. I pulled off my clothes and got into bed with her. We kissed with fierce abandon and I sucked her nubile nipples and covered her body with kisses. Then I put my mouth on her young pussy for the first time.

Lynn was not a loud lover like her mother. She just repeated, “uh… uh… uh… uh…” over and over in a breathy, staccato cadence as she rhythmically pushed her groin toward the source of her pleasure. She came in a rush and I tasted her fresh spunk. She pulled my head to hers and our mouths meshed and our tongues danced. She touched my cock for the first time and pulled it toward her soaked pink sinkhole.

That snatch was snug, and it hugged me tightly. But she was good and wet and we soon fell into a sexy sync as I pushed my package into her. I slipped a finger into her asshole: it was small and super tight. I didn’t think I would be buttfucking this gal.

We fucked with fierce force as we rocked, and her sweet pussy sucked my cock as my mouth sucked her tongue. I came with a groan and shot sticky strings of semen deep inside of her. I rolled off and lay beside her and she instantly curled up in my arms and kissed me. We basked in our own silent glimmer for a couple of minutes before she spoke.

“That was unbelievable!” she said. “You really know how to fuck a girl! No wonder you drove my mother wild!”

“Yeah, well, pizza makes me horny,” I said.

She laughed, kissed me and said, “Let’s do it again!”

I fucked her lovely pussy twice more that night before we fell off to sleep. In the early morning, she sucked me awake and soon I was pounding her tasty pickle jar again. It was a beautiful eye-opener: coming together as daylight began peeping through the curtains.

We fell back to sleep and woke a couple of hours later. As usual, I woke up with a hard-on, so of course, something had to be done about that. Lynn took immediate action and put it to good use by sitting on it and feeding it into her slimy slot. We rolled over and this time we fucked slow and easy, lips to lips, for some time until we both had achieved our release.

I told her I would cook us breakfast, so I threw on some shorts and Lynn put on a t-shirt. I had to work in the kitchen while she shuffled around bare-assed. She did have a nice behind.

After we’d eaten and cleared the dishes she thanked me for a delicious breakfast and kissed me. We kissed again.

“Omelets make me horny,” she said, unzipping my fly.

“Holy shit, girl, I think you’re going to kill me!” I joked.

“Aw, come on Rob. I have to leave in a little while. How about one more for the road?” My shorts were at my ankles and my dick was already armed and ready. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up onto the kitchen table. The angle worked just fine. I slammed my cock into her right on the edge of the table and I fucked her with her shirt on. When I shot my seed into her I shivered and shuddered convulsively and briefly lost my balance. I swear it must have been her pussy’s grip around my cock that kept me from falling over. We kissed until I went limp inside her.

She jumped in the shower because she had to get going back to school and had a three-hour drive. Soon she was dressed again in those skintight jeans that showed off her firm ass so well. I felt another tingle down south.

When we kissed goodbye she told me what a fabulous time she had had and how good it was to finally talk and get to know one another. I didn’t disagree. She then put her hand behind my head and kissed me hard and her tongue dive-bombed into my mouth. After the kiss, she put her other hand on the crotch and felt my growing member.

“And take care of this bad boy,” she said with a little smile, as she rubbed it. “I may have to come back for more one of these days."

She drove off and I didn’t talk to her again for quite a while.

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About seven months later, I went out to dinner with Robin, a woman I had recently met. It was Christmastime and the place was decorated for the holidays and yuletide melodies were playing nonstop. As we were entering the restaurant I saw a familiar face walking out. It was Lynn, and she was holding hands with an attractive blond woman. And Lynn was very obviously pregnant.

We said our hellos and she introduced us to her companion Irene, and I introduced Robin. We chatted a little, avoiding the obvious elephant in her womb. Then Robin broached the subject.

“When are you due, honey?” she asked.

“In early February,” Lynn said. “I can’t wait.”

“Well, you look radiant!” Robin said.

“Thank you,” Lynn responded. “I lucked out and found some ‘good sperm.’”

Lynn’s big green eyes moved from Robin’s to mine, then to Irene’s, then back to mine. I was burned again.

We said our goodbyes and Irene slipped me a subtle wink. She lipped ‘thank you’ to me right before they turned and walked off hand-in-hand.

“What the hell was that all about?” Robin asked, just as the hostess greeted us.

As we were walking to our table, I knew I’d better think up something pretty damn quick.