After several emails and a few phone calls we set up a meeting. They lived about 250 miles away so on the day we were to meet I left early for the dri...e. I got there, and obviously it was a bit awkward , but they were very nice and after a while I felt comfortable. Bob was 6 years old by now, and after a divorce he married Laura, who was 22 years younger than him. That made her sort of my stepmom, while being a year younger than me. I left and we remained on contact, and there were more visits. ”“That’s where they’ve gone now.” Zoe interjected.“And he still wasn’t done.” Kate continued, “We have to go on at least 3 walks around the marina each day; and finally, a really good bit, we have to be naked in our house back in England as well. I hope that he keeps the heating up.”“Wow!” I said, “I wonder what brought all that on? Have you been really bad?”“Don’t know; don’t care.” Zoe said, “Is my butt still red?”“A little;” I replied, “but it’s still as cute as ever.”“Gee thanks Georgia;. She swung open the door to find a girl she vaguely recognized from briefly dating Brad a few years back, bare-chested and riding a guy she didnt know on Alyssas floor. Oh oh oh ohhhh, the girl moaned, ignoring Alyssa staring at her. The girl rode the guy fast and faster, moaning even louder with the rhythm. Even though Alyssa thought she should be disgusted, or at least a little put off, she just watched them in fascination. Since the fucking couple didnt seem to mind an audience, she leaned. “I’m thinking about it.” Tom responds, his voice dead and void of emotion, his hand steady and pressing threateningly. It occurs to me that Tom might be a bonafide ‘Dexter Morgan’ psychopath, and that I might be playing a very dangerous game right now. I just hope he wants to lose his virginity more than his murder cherry. “Tom,” I whisper, my voice dripping with need, “fuck me.” TOM I never knew this about myself. I never knew there was a cold-blooded animal living beneath the guise of.