Seated, I glanced toward Penelope and introduced my new girlfriend.“Penelope Hardy this is Glory Harris, Grant, this is Glory,” I said. The two of...them smiled and voiced their acknowledgements of the introductions.The touring waitress, Arlene, came up to us and drinks were ordered; well, she’d been cued as soon as Glory and I had arrived; I was well known at the Pasture as was Penelope if it came to that.“How are you feeling?” I said, looking over at Penelope. She smiled.“I’m fine now. Thanks. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a Godtouched named Cal. This was presumably short for something. No-one who asked ever got a satisfying answer. Her bright golden hair, cut in a short, almost boyish bob, warmly glowing golden eyes, and pouting golden lips contrasted arrestingly with her rich,. Still there was lubrication and her hips began to meet my thrust. I reached around her and mangled her tits with my large hands. I pinched them, squeezed them, and yanked at the nipples. I bashed them against the cinder block wall. Still I could tell this whore was getting off! Once she got in rhythm with me I decided to change it up a bit. I didn’t want this whore to actually enjoy this.Yanking my cock all the way out, I quickly positioned my plump prick head at her ass and plunged in hard.. They don't read the romance novles, especially the steamy ones, and they don't sit in on a group of girls talking about intimate things. They don't know what goes on in their heads—to be honest, we don't know what goes on in theirs—and so they don't know what they're supposed to do. Reality always replaces the romance, and couples learn to compromise and make the reality and the romance begin to blend.I like to think the three of us had lowered expectations. These were adult men, our fathers.