Daddy was more than welcomed to them.“Go on,” he urged me.“And I was just out, hanging around, wasting time. No boys. No girls either, just clea...ing my head a little before bed time.”“I believe you, a well-fucked girl doesn’t masturbate, much less like that, so furiously. It sounded like you were punishing your clit, not making yourself feel good,” he laughed and the mood became much, much lighter. “I mean, you were fingering yourself so damn hard there, I thought you were going to break a nail. I was in the shower scrubbing of the dust and pool chemical smell from my hair when felt a breeze and new someone had opened the bathroom door. Before I could rinse away the soap from my hair a pair of hands were pressing on my chest and a pair of breasts into my back. It had to be Febe but was the other girl Luciana? The girl in front dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock head while the girl behind tilted my head back and continued to rinse the soap from my hair.I felt the girl in front. She had on men’s jeans and a red or maroon pull over knit top which accented her 34C breasts which were encased in a silk bra. Her medium blond length hair smelled really good. I rubbed her mid drift and moved my hand up to her breasts several times. Finally I went under her top feeling her breasts and nipples through the bra which she definitely enjoyed. Finally she sat up and removed her top and bra. God her breasts and nipples were perfect, sucking perfect and I devoured them. She was. Eventually, he started having relationships again, but they never lasted long, because Ariel would always become insecure and mess things up. With each failed relationship, Ariel's pain grew more and more, his self-esteem dropped lower and lower, and he became more and more fearful of going out and trying to meet women. And so the times in between relationships got longer and longer. These were the worst times for Ariel-when he didn't have a lover. He felt abandoned and worthless and powerless.