.."Dulcie cocked her head. "Why not just... 'spit it out'?" Because I need to challenge you, but I don't want to hurt you." Now you're worrying me, Pe...er." Dulcie ... sweetheart ... I think you're possibly the bravest person I've every known..."She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up his hand and went on, "I don't think I've ever known you to back away from a difficulty, a challenge, a threat. No matter the potential for you to be hurt – physically or emotionally – you've stood straight. "This was so sweet of you."She took the beer and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and pressed her hand against my crotch. With that she popped open the beer and, just as before, guzzled it like it was water. She smiled at me."I thought you might want more than one." I said as I pulled a second beer from the bag."My gosh, how will I ever repay two beers."Another kiss to my cheek and hand on now my very erect cock. She smiled and looked down at the bulge in my pants. Then, just as before,. Almost every other day enjoying a young tight girl. Their sweet skin, the taste of their bodies while I made them wail -Granted, there was also the terror that they’d show up with a bun in the oven. But perhaps I was too far gone already. I didn’t bother to jack off even though my balls were so swollen they felt the size of grapefruits.Instead, I was enjoying the brief surge of heat and sitting by the pool of a local apartment complex. No, not mine - you’d be surprised how much better it is to. That's my name.She turned to see a shape emerge from the shadows. When it came into thelight, she saw it was a man wearing a purple vest without any shirtunderneath. His bare chest revealed lean, taut muscles and a trimstomach. His pale skin was covered in tattoos - smiling faces, guns, andthe words "HA HA HA!" all over. The man smiled with blood red lips andeyes that seemed to penetrate her soul."Puddin'...?" she said. She didn't know why she called him that, onlythat it felt right. "Well.