”“Baby steps.” He regarded her. “Kara -- is something bothering you?”“I’m having one of my dark days, Adam. It’s ... how I am.”“Is...the abortion bothering you?”“It flashes on me out of the blue ... and sometimes that triggers a cascade other doubts.” She drew in a breath and sighed. “You know I don’t have any deep emotional connection to that house in town. Putting it on the market makes me feel like we’re burning a bridge.”“Well, we are. New beginning, remember?”“That’s where my doubts are,. Why then were they still regarded by some as objects for men's gratification? Was he wrong to have changed their role? Fiona had suggested the changes had somehow left them more vulnerable, more affected by such treatment. Was he at fault here? He shook himself mentally. Was it better to have more of a chance of being raped but not to be so badly affected by it, accepting it as normal? Or to have rape less common but women badly traumatised? He decided firmly that rape wasn't acceptable and he. Well there were two more guys that got in my pants and, well, the same thing happened. Truthfully, the sex was not all that good. It seemed like they were just interested in getting themselves off and if I did, too, well, fine. The latest time was right at the end of my junior year. It was awful. I have a brother, Marc, who's a year younger, he's a really good guy, and we've always been close. I had talked with him about it after each guy broke up with me, yes, I even told him I was having sex,. Now it's all lubed up with my saliva I stick it to the coffee table. I tremble with anticipation, erect cock in hand as I straddle the table and feel the dildo slide up against my bum. I lower myself onto my jelly cock and savour the feeling as the tip penetrates me. I tease myself with the tip only allowing a couple of inches up me to start. I grip my bald cock feeling my quickened pulse through its throbbing length. Pre cum spills from the tip but I hold myself back, I don’t want to.