I guess she felt better about doing this "dirty" thing if she was being "forced". Whatever. I never was dominant in the bedroom, never forced anyone (...or even nagged or begged anyone) to do something they didn't want to do, but this was turning me on.Soon, Mike began to moan. I wanted to see them fuck, so I made her stop blowing him. I told Mike, "I want you to fuck her." He sat up, kissed her and pushed her back on the bed. She laid back and spread her legs. He got on top of her, grabbed his. But I’ll try to be here for you to lean on when you need it.”“You know that’s why we all wanted to visit you, right?” I asked. “We’d like to ... get to know you better ... if you’d like.”“And that’s why I invited you. Your stories, both the erotic ones and the straight science fiction, have given me some insights into a community and lifestyle that intrigues me. Not something I would ever have chosen for myself, I thought. I want to find out if it is truly as sublime as you write. I can see. It had a deep V-shaped neckline and was tied in a bow behind her neck, the kind she had always favored. It was just like some healther top, leaving most of her back bare and two small triangles protected her bosom from other people eyes, but the girl tied it so that the teddy would hung very low on her bosom, making her breasts go out of cover if she moved in the right ways. If her body moved too much the garment would end tucked in the middle of her chest, the bare tits escaping on it's. She was fair game--beautiful, somewhat innocent and uncommitted --maybe.“What about your boy friend. Couldn’t he come?”“There’s no way that son-of-a-bitch is ever laying a hand on my Lisa again. I threw the bastard out of the house for what he tried to do at her eighteenth birthday party. He won’t be back.”“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. You can’t protect me from everybody.” She wiped his sweaty forehead with her hanky while her eyes told me she had decided he wouldn’t protect her from me.My heart.