”The rest of the day was spent driving and walking around Vegas like regular tourists. We even stopped off to shop at all the major outlets. I swe...r every single one had the same kind of clothes, just different colors. You did dispute that notion and insisted that it wasn’t valid. I shrugged it off, and laughing said, “What do I know?”At the hotel, I asked if there was anything you really wanted for dinner, and you said, “How about some room service?”We decided to have breakfast for dinner. . Abigail followed her eyes and saw that Allison had come around the corner and was leaning against the wall."Oh, this is my ... um..." Abigail was at a loss at how to introduce Allison. Sister? Girlfriend? Lover? "Um, this is Allison." Hello, Allison. Welcome to the neighborhood." Thanks," Allison replied."Well, as I was saying, don't hesitate to call on us if you need anything." She nodded at Abigail, turned and was gone, taking Mary with her.Jack chuckled."Oookay," Allison said."Nice. This arrangement went on for quite a few years and to be honest it was all I ever wanted, whilst on a night out she would say to me “when we get home we’ll ‘get comfortable’” she knew this would get me going. I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits and we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now so as not to get the reader to aroused as this isn’t my main story just an insight as to what got me here. My story starts when my wife went away one. He was repeating words that he had heard his uncle use the previous week."What if you had a girl, a girl who let you touch her?" Miss Simpson began slowly, looking across at the pretty boy, who gazed back at her with an uncomprehending, open face. "Would you tell people about it? About touching her?"Jack was flustered by the very idea of touching a girl, but he answered with a firm, "No."Alice Simpson smiled quietly to herself as she braked at a red light. She looked over at the boy and said:.