When I was in college I hung out with a group of guys. The girls were there to serve them. There was no middle ground. You were allowed to participate as long as you didn't get in the middle of their things, you kept to the side with the other girls, you slept with the one that brought you, your opinion was requested nor heard.

My guy was Greg. Greg was a phd candidate in Biology. He had just come back from spending nine months in Belize and he couldn't get enough of me. He was very critical of the local girls, he didn't like they way they smelled and didn't like their color. There are a lot of mixed race people there who mixed with blacks. He was home and he wanted white pussy, morning noon and night.

There was more than one day that I never got my pants on, t-shirt and a bare bottom. His time abroad really got him to appreciate what he had at home.

Those days were the best of my college days. Several of the girls in our group are my friends today. I married Greg and several of them married into the group as well.

When we get together we go off and do our thing, we serve and are attentive. We don't get into their conversations. We keep the kids with us unless they are asked for. As the boys grow older they will go with their dad's, but not yet.

Our group rarely has any marital problems, really none at all.