I watched her rub that pussy on everything and anything hard from the ladder rail in the pool to the edge of a counter top in the kitchen and even the...hip bone, leg or what ever body part she could wrap her legs around of mostly older men. I swear she would go through 4 – 5 pairs of panties a day. It didn't matter much to her what others thought about her, which at that age, carrying a “I don't give a shit attitude” is a turn on. She has had experiences from the kind of men, hanging around the. What happened to Chloe?” “Well, when my problem came up – or actually stayed down, if you’ll forgive the expression, she split.” “And what did that suggest to you?” “That she wanted regular sex and I wasn’t providing it?” “So your relationship was entirely based on sex?” “I suppose it was, now you say it.” “And how do you feel about that?” “Great! I mean what man wouldn’t? No complications, no emotional hang-ups, just good old fashioned bonking!” “I see. What happened after Chloe?” “I met. .and he knew what I could not deny with my words. He knew, at that moment, who and what I am. My nature, revealed and betrayed by my body. I could not deny it no matter what words I might come up with. I wept because I didn't want to lose him, I didn't want to be second, not really, but even then, the thought of being second....God it made me so wet. I couldn't help myself. And he knew. And he knows. He knows me better than I know myself, and I love him all the more for it. With all my heart,. Looking for a good time? Eh? Anything?" "Look, you're gorgeous, but I feel like this covers up too much. Try going way the other direction, and we can go up from there."She winked at me. "You know I like you more and more each time you open your mouth." She turned and took that off. She got herself into a very revealing tank top. This one was even lower than the one she came in with. "Trying this again. Ahem. Hey sailor. Looking for a good time?" She slowly made her way up to me. Her boobs were.