He turned red andlooked at her. "What?"Karl regained the conversation. "But Simone, he would do it every week,sometimes more than once a week. You're ...oing to think this is strange,given that I've told you how we basically ended up using him, but Iactually really respected him for that you know. There are so manypeople who would just suppress feelings like that and not act on them.I'm sure that most people are sexually frustrated in one way or anotherbecause they are just too afraid to act out. I'd go as far as checking to see if I could catch her masturbating (never did), or if I could find her using the toys we'd had for years (I never could), so just accepted the fact that her age, the fact she'd put on some weight, she'd lost her confidence and a variety of other reasons (whatever they were) had pretty much given her a reason to not enjoy sex or want it.On an occasion, yes, we'd do it. But it was so predictable, boring, and just not enjoyable, that I took the steps to take care of. She swung her backpack over her shoulder, and strode slowly along the bustling hallways of her high school, smiling and waving at friends. She had a natural charm to her, and used it well in what can be the cruel world of high school. Then again, there was plenty of natural everything to her. Simply put, she was definitely a looker. Marilyn’s face had a nice soft look to it, complemented well by her light make-up and a smile that could light up a room. Her dark chocolate complexion was only. ” She made her way over to the stereo and Godsmack’s Serenity filled the room with his hunting melody. She pulled another joint from her metal can and lit it. “Well I sure you story didn’t end there so what happen next.” Becky said as she passed her the lit joint. “Yea you’re right about that. Once I had a good rhythm he grabbed my face and pulled me gently toward his lap. ‘Come on my girl open wide for daddy.’ I didn’t know any better so I just went with it. Then to my horror he grabbed the.