”“What, you mean you would find it that hard to resist him?”“Alan, I was lying in bed with him last night and I was thing that this time last ...eek he was a complete stranger to me,” said Dawn. “And look at us now. I’ve lost count of many times he has fucked me; I’ve even done things with him that I’ve never done with anyone else, not even you. And yes... he is difficult to resist.”“Do you love him?”Dawn hesitated for a moment. “No... no, I wouldn’t say that I loved him but I need him,” she. Keeping his balance he turned around to see a familiar face begin to kick the kid who was scrambling to get up, while someone else pushed Alex trying to get him off balance."Well look who we have here Frankie, the little POS from the other day. In case you didn't know POS is piece of shit dick head. Now get the fuck outa here while we attend to business" yelled Stevie.Alex, now pissed off, replied, "First of all you can stop beating up on the kid. Second the only POS I see is you, and third why. He was quite a ladies man and he seemed to like young married women. Her mother believed that he had already got one lady pregnant, or at least so she had been told through anonymous letters she had received. As a result of his behavior their marriage had broken down sexually, and her parents hardly spoke to each other in the house without fighting when he was at home. Which was not very often these days.Both her older sister Jill and her, had tried to get their mother to break out, and get a. "Hi," he said. "How come I don't know you?"She smiled and shook her head, tossing short red curls and bobbling her high boobs and slipping one halter strap off her shoulder. "You're on the team, aren't you?" she said, feeling that her right breast was just about to appear in public."Yep," he said, putting the strap where it belonged and letting his wrist rub her nipple, "I'm Steve, first-string quarterback, number twelve. Like to go for a ride?" On what?" Vixen asked, glancing at his swelling.