’ My father’s hands are very rough. I remember arm wrestling with him and feeling like my own hands were going to get cut just by his skin. He wal...s over the fridge and takes out his first beer, walks past me again and into the living room. Sitting on our couch he puts his dirty socks on the coffee table in front of him. ‘What Sam?’ he says noticing me watching him. ‘Nothing Sir.’ I look back down at my math. Dinner amounts to nothing more then a handful of noodles and a light sauce with. This is... so... uhh... nice." I rocked myself slowly to and fro on the vibrating handle. It took barely five minutes before I was cumming. I had to resist the strong urge to reach down and finger my clit. The orgasm was slowly expanding and pulsing in my belly, the low throb of the cleaner keeping in time with the vibration in my crotch. I had a sudden image of someone walking in through the front door and seeing me at the top of the stairs, on my hands and knees fucking myself with the. I referred to them that way to Gloria in conversation, and she used the same noun to collectivize them. Before this it had just been that, a noun that made it easy to identify who we were talking about. “The girls” was also a way, for me at least, to be less intimate about them. That might sound silly, too, but if I used an actual name, that evoked a flood of thoughts about that specific girl.I’m not explaining this very well. I’ll just give you some examples. If someone said “Karla” to me, the. I finished the grass and went round to see her, the two daughters were about a year apart, I had sensed the older one was lusting after my body as I had caught her peeping through the curtains of her bedroom at me a couple of times when I was in the garden but the younger one was the target of my affections, she was quite a bit slimmer with very long hair, Mrs Harris showed me the fridge, I had brought my test instrument and glanced around to see if the younger of the two daughters was around.