That’s how many have described him. In his time he joined fraternities, clubs, activities groups and social movements. Always seeking to find that w...hich he called Kindred. Someone who could relate to him, and embrace him. Someone to love him and let him know that he wasn’t alone. He thought of all the wars being fought across the globe by Jews, Christians and Muslims. All because they thought their way of praising God was superior. All because of a few differences in their respective faiths.. Actually, Eric wanted more than one thing. If he had only wanted sex, she wouldn’t have these questions buzzing around in her head.“And Dad? Dad is a man. Did he only want one thing from you?”“Well, if he did, he had to marry me to get it.” Well, Eric wanted something from her, and he certainly had to marry her to get it. She had dinner with her family and then escaped to her room. She might escape from them, but she didn’t escape from herself. She couldn’t really escape from Eric. His body was. “I can’t help it…” and the tugging and rubbing on ‘my’ penis continued, growing more and more fervent. Each stroke was making me feel better and better, like it was a relief, only to be replaced with more stress, that required more rubbing, and then more stroking led to more relief, in a never ending and quite vicious circle.She managed to find a sweater, and she rapidly pulled it over her head. She was covered, but by then, it didn’t matter. I was so aroused, I couldn’t walk. In a few more. We were drinking each other’s saliva, and I started biting her lower lip like an animal.She was shivering. My right hand went behind her and groped her ass. Then with great difficulty, I put my hand from behind into her jeans. I started pressing her ass cheeks, which were as soft as freshly baked buns. She was moaning now. I asked her to unzip herself and let me feel her pussy.She hesitated and nodded no since it was her first time. So when we were kissing, my other hand started massaging her.