I then began working her back rubbing my hands down along her spine. This resulted in a steady pressure down on her body, which resulted in the entire... head of my cock entering her. Once I reached her butt I would slip back out as I lifted my hands back to the top of her back and then repeated the stroke. Then an idea occurred to me. I worked down with just one hand, sliding into her. When I reached the bottom of the stroke I took the other hand and started at the top without releasing the. Perfect dropped her fork and closed her Styrofoam dinner container and walked, uncaring, to the stage. She wasn’t my type, but she was built well. I rotated my bar seat and watched. The girl could move as well as she looked. She had perfect silicone breasts that defied gravity. Her hips undulated in a very seductive manner. If I were still a teenager, I would have killed for her. At my age, she remained eye candy. Very nice to look at, but definitely to be kept at arm’s length. The other two. ” “Me? ME? You’re trying to turn this back on me?” That’s when he raised his hand. He had never, ever done that. I froze and stared. My lip quivered and my eyes welled up. I couldn’t blink to clear the tears. His arm shook, and that’s when he had left. ---------------------------------- Two hours later he was home again. Was that a long time, I wondered? Was two hours good? Or not? He sat down and turned on the TV. As far as he was concerned, I wasn’t in the room. “I’m sorry.” He growled at me.. I went to a small school where classes were mixed even when we had gymnastics. It would have been heaven if it hadn't been for the fact that the only girl I ever had eyes for was Anita.And then there was Debbie. Anita's friend. Her best friend after me, as she had said. Debbie was nothing special. An ordinary girl but she should suffer because I suffered and in a way we had Anita in common.I went through the list of all possible women and girls that I knew of and I soon found out that there.