You can feel her body move but she doesn't reach, just lays there staring up at the ceiling. "What the hell?" You mutter, panic beginning to set in. "...'ve got... got to get out of here," you say, turning and trying to run from your room but you find you can't move. You feel yourself being lifted from the floor, toward the roof. You brace yourself as you prepare to hit the roof but to your surprise you pass right through the wood. You feel yourself being pulled into the cool air, blinded by the. It is hard to love the girls so deeply and yet let them have the freedom to explore the dating scene. After all, one day they may want to get married themselves and start their own family. Grace and I insisted that would not happen until after they got out of college. Sleeping arrangements for the family remained quite flexible with two or sometimes three occupying our bed. I was very busy keeping four girls happy.After viewing what seemed like dozens of houses Grace and I found one we liked. Leslie just seemed like the type of girl who was what I would consider sexual restrained for lack of a better term , she would wave , smile , and say hello from time to time , and I am pretty certain that I caught her staring at me walking out to my car a few times , but that’s as far as it went.If somebody would have told me that she was actually an insanely horny, cum sucking bi-sexual fuck fiend who couldn’t get enough cock slid into her cunt, I wouldn’t have believed it.And if someone would. I'm not gay.Later that evening I told Michelle about the incident. At first she thought he might be gay, but then she began to ask me about the size. She couldn't believe he was as big as I said. She thought I must be exaggerating. Several weeks later Michelle invited several women from the neighborhood over for some wine and cheese. I managed to avoid the hen-fest by going to the driving range. The wine flowed freely and Michelle finally got up the nerve to ask Sarah about Jake's massive.