”What could I say to that? I kissed her, a hand finally finding the soft rising of her breast. She sighed into our kiss, her hand covered mine, sque...ezing, encouraging.“I’ve had sex, Tommy. I’ve never been loved.”“I don’t know if I can stop with ‘love’, Mimi. Might get over into ‘worship’.”“ME?!? Worship me?”“Too late,” I said. “I think I already do.”I think that the hem of her sweatshirt magically came up. My hand touched warm, smooth skin of her belly.I still expected a protest. I got that. . ?" she sobbed. "What are you going to do to me?"Patrick grinned."Well, what do you think?"Swiftly, he lifted up her short skirt and slipped his hand inside her panties."No!" she gasped.I could see Patrick's hand was already moving rhythmically, massaging the waitress' clit – masturbating her. I grabbed both her wrists, pinning her down, while he went to work on her.She squirmed, moaning. I could tell Patrick had pushed one or two fingers into her pussy and was now thrusting them in and out of. I thought nothing of it and went downstairs to eat breakfast before heading to work for the day. Work was terrible and I came home just wanting to go to bed. When I walked in the house, I saw my mom drinking wine with someone I didn't recognize. My mom saw me and told me to come over and introduced me to our new neighbor.Her name is Sarah and she was smoking hot! She couldn't have been older than 35. She was about 5 foot 8 with auburn colored hair with at least C cup breasts. I said hello,. This is your first time on this planet, isn’t it?”I nodded.“And you haven’t been to visit any of our houses of assignation?”‘Houses of Assignation’ is the local euphemism for brothels where human males are made love to by Tripletit females. Human males do not make love to the locals because the male is always the passive partner. Given the difference in size and strength it is difficult to see how a human male could be dominant.“No Rhonda. I haven’t had time. I wanted to find out all I could.