”Sheryl wondered what Ellen would think, “What does Ellen think about you dating her brother?”Mary hugged Eric’s arm as she looked up at him w...th adoring eyes, “Ellen said it was alright and she would be our chaperone if my mom and dad said I need one.”Sheryl watched Mary and Eric walk up the stairs and head over to his bedroom. She could not believe it. The day she decided to fuck him he comes home with a new girlfriend. A half-hour later she was listening at the door and could hear them using. She was worried about me being alone. I tried to explain to my kids that I lived alone for two years now. I spent every day at the service station/store and was never alone there.One day I was sitting in my big comfy chair and watching a few programs on the old tube (TV set). A commercial came on which I've seen over and over again about donating twenty-four dollars a month to give a kid in a third world country three meals a day, housing over their head and proper health and schooling. What. Spent, I had rolled off her—and laid there in a post-coital daze. Maritza had rolled against me, began rubbing her hands over my chest. I had put my arm around her and thought, “She is such a little bitch when she has her clothes on, but a sex goddess when she is sucking, bucking and fucking.”Then, Maritza had said, “Damn, Dean, when you cum, you cum so hard—every time.”“Are you okay?”Maritza had rolled out of bed, “Honey, you and I were made for this kind of fucking.” She had spent a few. “I kinda snooped.”“Uh ... nothing to hide, Mimi. My worst vices are fishing and such. I used to like camping out when I was a kid. I’m not enough of a loner to enjoy it now, though. Have gone to deer camp with a bunch of buddies, but I don’t go for the late night drinking and such. I’m the stick in the mud.”“Hopelessly boring,” I countered. “Part of the reason I was living by myself in an apartment.” And why am I telling HIM this?“Me, too. I saw drinking as something you did with friends to.