I mean, he's a gnarled old letch, smelling of fags and as coarse as a badger's arse....but apparently there's a whole world of nymphos in suburbia who... can't wait to be swivelling on hard cock of even the most unprepossessing of old tossers!A while later my boss is called away on an emergency. I'm getting proficient at the work so he can leave me to finish off that particular part of the job.I work a few more hours and am just starting to tidy up. You persuade me to have another cup of. But all that you imagine, luv, is twelvefold less potent than the great unbridled rut.Here, let me help you. Feel free to put this in your own words. I got pregnant shortly after we’d begun our affair, but not by him (you). We’d already had the “Night of the Triple,” as you artfully labeled it in your story and that we had coincidentally (how can this be?!) and equally artfully had called it ourselves. I was a ripe eight months gone, and just returning from visiting my sister Daisy in West Egg.. I lunged with all the might of a scrawny, drunk, and tired 18-year old. I knocked against his torso and grabbed his legs firmly. Taken by surprise, he stumbled backward before falling down completely. His side hit the pavement and he yelped in pain.“Touch her again mother fucker!” I screamed, my voice hoarse and my speech slurred. His first instinct seemed to be to beat the crap outta me, but then he regarded me coolly. “Get the fuck of here kid. You ain’t no god-damn hero.” He spat and kicked. Then my eyes went wide when, while I watched her watching me, the pretty little nymph said something to Chris and then began to peel off her tee-shirt.She never took her eyes off me and it was clear who she was stripping for. My boner doubled at the sight.Only two days earlier, back in school, I'd fucked the hell out of a real hottie. A big titted, fully developed woman. But with this cute little girl staring at me, touching her tiny breasts while my brother ate her out, the memory of that.