”“I don’t mind sharing if you don’t mind.” The girls shared a heartfelt smile, then Elizabeth turned her attention to me. “Come here Bro, ... think we might have found just the right man for Mom.” “Hold the phone.” I said unbelievingly. “Did you two plan this?”“Maybe.” They said in unison, with sinister grins across their faces. “Alright, well I guess if you’d go through all the trouble…” I dropped the sheet and walked over to my two ladies. Elizabeth scooted to the side to make room for me in. Not after giving up my career aspirations of writing so he could move up in his career. What I call my ‘idiot years’ at the end of the marriage did, however, provide the foundation for the future when I was ready: resolve to focus on writing; and, the knowledge to provide myself with very real and satisfying pleasure with toys and my own fingers.Even though I am alone, and committed to being alone (I won’t trust a man ever again and, despite writing about slutty, desperate women ready to ride. He follows her voluptuous figure with his eyes as she moves.She wears a white loose fitting blouse above a knee length black skirt. Her legs are covered in skintight black nylon and he wonders if they are tights or stockings, he studies the way her skirt hangs against her thighs but can make no conclusive decisions. He finds himself distracted by the provocative movement of her arse, under her skirt, as she walks.On her feet she has a pair of black leather high-heeled shoes, maybe four inches. " Was that...? It was as unmistakable as it was unbelievable to him — that dark spot in her panties — it was her moisture flowing; she was getting aroused. Johnathan hesitated, his hand mid-air, but then, as if guided by something stronger, something feral inside him, he swung it down on her left buttock, for the first time not really holding back, his hand leaving behind its form in a rose colored flare on Dora’s behind. A soft whimper escaped Dora’s lips. "Eight." The feral beast inside him.