The problem was that I knew I was being shallow. How would I tell my family or my friends or her family the reason for our separation? I couldn't tell...them that she wasn't good in bed. To be completely honest that was her only flaw. She treated me like a king otherwise. So in the end I felt trapped and alone.Sensing a lull in the conversation I looked out the window at the moonlit lake outside of the restaurant. I thought back to Nikki and how much joy I felt the morning after our first. " Then it's time to prove it, look I'm tired of dancing around you, walking on eggshells all the time, fuck me Mark, just FUCK ME." I can't Jennie, I can't hurt you." It'll only hurt for a minute I promise, it may not even hurt at all, I'm not thirteen anymore you know." Jennie what are you talking about, oh my God you don't mean you're still a virgin?" Well, yeah, kind of. Why, what were you talking about?" Jennie, go get laid will you." But I want you Mark, I want you inside me. Look, if. She knew her dad had been watching her tits and her ass every day. She wore tight little t-shirts and short skirts to tempt him. She could see his cock get hard in his pants. She liked to see his bulge as he looked at her and knew it was only a matter of time till he would fuck her.His tongue explored her mouth as his hands went down her sides till he reached her pussy. He ran his hand over her pussy and felt her wetness. He put his fingers inside her pussy lips and used two fingers to rub her. Grasshopper. That was my cue to loosen up my Kimberly's persona and letmy real psyche came to the surface. I shrugged and with Kimberly's sparkling eyes I stared my mom/mentor. Idropped my Kimberly's voice and used my real one. "How was I doing? Did I perform well?" "Not bad, Padawan... not bad," Ron chortled. He held out Miranda'sslender hand and patted my head gently. I amazed by how Ron stillmaintained Miranda's motherly body language. At least, to the observersout there, we still looked.