Wow the other two muttered under their breath. The abuser suggested that the girl do more than just stroke the thing...'like what' do you mean she sai...?Before she had an answer the second boy remarked 'hey guys', I'm not gay ok, but I want to feel that thing before I go to bed. Yeah, me too said the abuser, just a quick feel to see what it's like! The next thing I knew I could feel 2 pairs of small soft hands moving eagerly over my cock and balls, when the abuser remarked how cool it would be. Let’s get a table. He finds a table with his eyes and signals the barkeep with “I’ll have what she’s having.”He politely seats me and sits. “A proper introduction includes my real name, Mitch Phillips. Is Z really your name?”“Actually it’s Zelda, but I have been called Z from before I can remember.”The waitress brings his beer and a pair of menus. She also points to the Catch of the Day on the chalkboard. “Thank you [reading name tag] Mandy. We will wave when we are ready to order.”I was a. ‘Barbara, I don’t know if I can do this.’ a nervous Cathryn said. ‘Are you nuts?’ Barbara shot back. ‘You’re the envy of every fifty-something woman I know!’ Cathryn knew she was lucky. For years she and most of the single women she knew had tried every conceivable way to meet men. She dated regularly, but could not find that one special someone with whom to share her life. She had all but given up hope, when Mr. Right dropped into her life – or actually back into it. ‘You know I really can’t. ”I nodded, “I did say that, and I haven’t talked myself out of believing that.”“Then it makes sense that it’s bothering you because you don’t believe you can selflessly give yourself to others. There’s always something in it for you, so to speak. And that bothers you. Perhaps your dismissal of altruism was too hasty.”“Before I tell you what Bethany said, would you answer the question?”“No, I don’t feel like you are using me,” she said. “But, there is something we need to talk about. You first,.