As I let my arm rest on her, her eyes darted my direction, and a small smile creased her lips. “Nice” I thought, “We’re getting somewhere” ...y thoughts must have been obvious because she turned and looked at me, her pink hair floating past her cheeks. She didn’t say anything, but after a few seconds of eye contact I knew what she wanted and leaned in for the kiss. Her lips were soft and responded to mine, her mouth rising to meet mine as she leaned into me. Instinctually I brought my hand up to. My ex-wife Mary had left me five years ago for a woman. Our sex life had been non-existent for the latter years of our marriage.My name is Frank and I am 40 years old. I’m shy and find it hard to mix with people. I’ve not dated since the divorce so I’ve had a very long sexless period of my life, except for what my hand offered by way of relief.Mary hated sex with me - complaining of my less than day old whiskers if I attempted to pleasure her orally, and hating the size of my cock. I was too. ‘Are you scared of it, or me?’ ‘What?’ ‘Are you scared of doing it? Like getting pregnant, that it’ll hurt, things like that. Or are you scared of me? Are you scared I’m going to hurt you?’ ‘I know it’s going to hurt. But I don’t think you’ll hurt me.’ Cat whispered. Chris nodded. ‘I do like rough sex though, Cat.’ Cat looked up at him. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘The whole tying up, biting, that kind of stuff, I like doing that.’ ‘Oh.’ Chris looked down at Cat. ‘Ever been bitten?’ Cat shook her. “Actually, I can’t claim that he ignores the boys. For all Bill’s faults as a husband, he was always a hands-on parent. It’s just that he lusts after tiny infants to hold in his arms. I guarantee, though, I won’t let him take her home with him.”“Now, Carolyn,” Bill said, “I always give kids back to their parents. It’s the only way that they’ll trust me with them.”“Ha! I can remember you telling Nancy Hashimoto ‘finders keepers’ while holding Alice.” Carolyn seemed to be laughing and fighting.