'Wow, ' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Dr...p-dead Good Looking and Help With Housework.'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor, where the sign. I told her I went out with a few girls, but nothing serious ever happened. "Then if nothing serious ever happened, that means you're still a virgin... is that right?" Embarassed, I looked away and said,"Yes, unfortunately!" "Maybe we can change that if you want!" I still didn't really know what she had in mind, but said, "I'd love to, but with who?" She then leaned in a little closer to me and whispered, "You know, your uncle and I sometimes don't really get along very well, and to tell. I looked at my city and knew I was alone. I’d have to get through this with no help. I refocused, concentrating again, even over my r****t’s steady spiel of abuse, on the thoughts of this being just another fuck. Fuck him. He wasn’t that big. I was sure I’d had bigger. The pain had actually subsided, as it always does. I started thinking about a guy I knew whose cock was about this guy’s size that I used to mess around with. Yeah, it’s just Paul fucking me, and talking rough, I tried to tell. I felt her relax into me, my hardening cock was pressing into her bum, I pushed my hips forward to increase the contact pressure, she turned to face me and I dropped my right hand to rub over her pussy. My second finger found her slit and rubbed it lengthways separating her labia, my thumb strummed across her clitoral hood.She protested, saying something like, “We can’t, the kids will hear.”I was having none of it, I pointed out that the TV was on and with the noise of the water running and the.