“Door open, though.”“Great, love that for you.” Chris responded angrily, eyes shut in irritated concentration. “But why the hell are you - w...ll, I suppose I know why, but I figured…”“Are you disappointed in me?” I asked.“I don’t know.” he replied, almost hopelessly. “I just really don’t know. I don’t know a damn thing about what’s going on here.”I laughed. “Yeah, me too.”“Then fucking stop doing it!” Chris replied desperately. “I’ll accept, granted, guilty, I have no clue what’s going on. But. Jack said, “I will never break your trust. I feel so good. May have you had no sex with a man for twenty five years?” May replied, “Jack twenty six years ago I was introduced to a coffee morning. Women met for coffee and sex. It kept me sane in that time. Yours is the first cock I have had in twenty fife years. I have had an awful lot of pussy though.” May topped up the glasses. The bottle was finished. May went to the fridge and brought another one. Jack opened it for her. They sat talking.. A particularly traumatic occasion had occurred when Miss Martin was twelve years old and was just discovering the pleasures of sexuality. Her stepfather had discovered her lying on her bed pleasuring herself and had responded with a rage, beating her mercilessly with a strap. Afterwards, in her bewilderment, the young Miss Martin had examined her severely bruised bottom in a mirror and, in further confusion, had finished masturbating, reaching her first orgasm.A further conflation of pleasure. Melody scanned the area, just fields on either side with a few farm buildings in the far distance. "One this is two. Halt." They eased to a stop. She checked her shotgun, and opened the door. Tommy, Cindy's son, was right behind her. "You stay here." She wished she could hope Top was wrong, but the sick feeling in her heart told her he was right."But my mom! Something could have happened." If it did, she would want you to stay here." She shut the door in his face, cutting off any protest.Sandy.