. one reply that stood apart. It was from a guy called "Lester" or, as he preferred, "Les".Les was an independent electrical contractor who was from a...town about 20 minutes away from ours. He laid out his qualifications, almost like a resumé, in his very first response:"Hello, Cuck ... I am Lester (Les). I can completely understand your frustrations, but please be assured that I can help you with this. You have to understand that ALL women want to be sluts ... it just takes the right man, an. " I looked down, and saw that my dick was still betraying me."Anyway," Rochelle said. "I just wanted to let you know that. I thought it might make you feel better about... you know. Me walking in here and everything. Just be aware that I don't shock or offend easily." Um. Okay. Thanks." I should probably get to bed now," she said."Yeah. Me too." Well, good night then. See you in the morning." And with a final smile, she padded quietly back to the bathroom door and disappeared. But she didn't. .It was at this point that apparently Ken though it would be fun to ratchet it up a notch, and push the envelope.He pulled his hand from my shorts, which naturally made me look to see what was going on. He was looking up at me, making sure that I saw what he was doing. He quietly pulled his hand from beneath the towel, slyly looked up at me with a grin, and licked his thumb but good... He stuck his hand immediately back into my shorts, firmly grabbing my still hard prick... but this time,. It was six months ago. It’s over. Finished. Nothing to do with me.”Harriet brought in the coffee and sat at the opposite end of the coffee table.Derek was silenced. I flippantly wondered to myself if it was the sight of Harriet’s legs that tongue-tied him, but knew that really he did not know how to go from there.It was Ingrid who spoke.“Graham you are not a man unkind, are you? You like to help people in trouble, yes?”She did not wait for an answer; she knew she was right.“Penny did stupid.