But I didn’t. I came back to find you because I saw you were in rough shape. You were horny as hell and we all abandoned you just when you needed us... the most.”Brad frowned and looked down at the floor.“Thanks for the pity fuck,” he muttered sarcastically and shook his head.Zoe grinned and moved to sit on the arm of his chair.“Don’t be like that!” she said, “It wasn’t pity! Well, maybe at first it was. I saw how hard you were and how embarrassed you were. But after we got started, it wasn’t. . I know it's fashionable to shave your pussy and enhance your boobs but I don't do either. I have a nice triangle of dark, straight hair on my pussy and my 34-Bs are mine and no one has complained yet. Also, I don't do this in public, like parks and like that. I like privacy.I want you to get naked when I show you my pussy and then I'll get off while you watch. Show me how hard you are, big boy. Or how wet your pussy gets, sweetie. But don't touch yourself. Not unless I feel like letting you.. He did introduce me to his friends, even to his parents. After three months of this I decided I needed to tell him about what I had been doing with my colleagues. “Are you disappointed with me?” I asked. Paul took a long breath. “I do not expect a woman to be a virgin. I was when I joined the Marine Corps. I went to two brothels with friends of mine. I was impotent both times. It was not something I really wanted to do.. The house was quiet now.Outside, a neighbor's cat stalked a bird hiding in the bushes. The bird got real low and tried not to make any movement that would attract attention. Jack could see everything through the bird's frightened eyes and wished he was a little bigger and not so defenseless against strange cats.The wind picked up and the cat ran back to the safety of his backyard. The bird came out of the bushes and flew off into the night. He knew he had to get up real high so the hungry owls.