“But you are going to try?” said Rebecca.“Try, yes. Whether I can succeed is another question at the least,” said Claire, “but at the least ...I am going to try, so is your father.”They’d been members at Knollwood Country Club since they’d been married, some seventeen years now. And really had been going to Knollwood even before that while she was still married to that other good man, James Clausen. But today she wasn’t in attendance for fun or to socialize in the true sense of the word. Oh no,. So whats the difference?” she asked.I thought about it, and realized, she is correct.“its not like you dont want to have sex at all.. isnt it?” she asked coyly.I smiled. Like she said, I loved the pleasure from sex even when I got it in the worst possible way. That does say something about me now, doesn’t it. Now, with this new outlook, when I thought back to that day, it just didn’t seem bad at all. And the things I did not even realize then, like how Uncle felt laying on me, and how his dick. When I score some hot pussy, I am looking for it. I go to a club, meet someone online, etc. The other day I met some friends for dinner. We went to Olive Garden (I hate Olive Garden but it wasn't my pick). We ate and shot the bull for a while and decided to head over to the bar and watch the game. I paid the check and was walking out the door (my friends had already left in their car). As I walked into the parking lot I passed these two girls who were sitting on the bench outside. I barely. Oh, she was wet, very wet. I worked a finger up into her and began running it in and out. ‘Oh, Doug, you’re making me feel so good. This is really wonderful. Oh, yes, rub right there, oh, yes, oh, oh, I’m going to…UUH, UUH, uh,’ and she pitched forward over me, both of us falling on the bed, she falling on top of me. And, I was still clothed, something I planned to take care of very quickly. She had her legs spread out over me humping and rubbing herself over me. I whispered that she needed to.