Someone answered it and then Jordan went inside. What kind of help did she expect to find? What was the help for? The only rational, if somewhat quest...ionable, idea I could come up with was some form of therapy, but for who? For what? For me? For the scars on my back? No, that didn’t make sense. She hadn’t mentioned anything about needing therapy when we talked. She didn’t seem to have any problems that needed therapy either.I looked at the house again. It was small with only two little, curtain. We still had our accounts on some online chat rooms and it didn’t take us long to find a woman who we had arranged to come around on Saturday. As usual the week dragged between work and after school clubs, going here there and everywhere. Eventually though we were packing the k**s up to go to grandmas Saturday afternoon. “So who’s the woman that’s coming round later?” I asked my husband. His reply”just someone I got chatting to, I think you’ll like her. I know I do” and with that he comes. When we got there, Ashley was sound asleep on the couch. Lynn's mom and uncle were ready to go back to her mom's house and had just been waiting for Lynn's return so they could say goodnight. After they left, Summer and Angie resumed a conversation that had apparently begun while Lynn and I were out. I smiled at the women and went to look for Billy.Billy was in his room, playing with a MechWarrior. I sat down next to him."Hey," I said."Hi," Billy replied. He looked tired and a little sad."Your. Hearts pounding, we both go answer the door together, and there here is. Just like the photos, he's about 6 ft tall, in-shape, balding (yet attractive, certainly to my girlfriend). He immediately smiles at my girlfriend, hugs her, and shakes my hand. Our plan was to start things off with him giving her a full body massage, leading to foreplay/toying, then fucking. So we lead him to the bedroom, where I sat off to the side as they began to kiss and undress. Once they were fully nude, my.