My problem is the way things are going; I kind of feel like I am being used. You never ask me to come to the main house, and we don't go out in public... on dates or anything; it's like you are ashamed to be seen with me. It's even shown by how you address me; my name is Ken, not Kenny. I'm not saying this correctly, but something is missing. I know that I could never hope to have beautiful women like you to love me, but I am missing the romance I expected. The sex is great, but it's not enough. I went to Shirley and kissed her, whispering that I just couldn't stand the thought of sharing her with another man. It must have been a good thing to say, because she almost melted there in my arms. I stuck my tongue out at Joyce, and went in to take my shower. I was only in the shower for a couple of minutes, before Joyce joined me."Don't be mad at me. I had to tell her, Kenny. She was really upset and crying when I woke up. She started right away apologizing to me, and calling herself. 'Her number's in there. Remind me to give you some money for her. We don't want her dropping out in a huff.' Pilar waved at the receptionist as we crossed the lobby.'And you accuse me of charming people, ' I said. 'One smile from you and that girl on the desk's wagging her tail and waving us through as if we were doctors.''One of her friends trained with me. It's just a matter of knowing the right people.''That's my problem, then, knowing the wrong people?''Look at your life recently, ' she. Lately, I hear you softly crying. I wondered if there was something wrong.” Joyce looked at her daughter with shock asking, “You could hear us making love?” “Yes,” Susan said, “It made me happy and there were times listening to you made my pussy juicy.”“You mean,” Joyce asked, “you knew we were having sex?” Susan said, “Sure, I know about sex, my girlfriends and I talk about it all the time. We know what sex is.” Joyce was astounded and said, “But you are only sixteen, just a baby still.”.