And I could hardly even think about her without a feeling little hostility. There was never any thought of custody. Dad had raised me from the time I...was ten years old without a peep from my mother. I had no idea what my father did for sex. He didn’t seem to date very much, and most of the women he did meet were simply introduced by friends, and he would take them to dinner once or twice. He never brought them home, and he never spent the night at their house. I suppose he jacked off a. I had the sudden idea that she was a shark, and I was a baby seal.I reached out to her and took her delicate hand and pulled her out of the chair and motioned her towards the stairwell. "There's a nice pool table in the rec room upstairs." I then proceeded to get the most spectacular view of her ass peeking out from under the edge of her robe. I'd intentionally ordered them short, and this was precisely why. She knew what was up and swung her hips seductively up the stairs."Whoa." The upstairs. ’He glanced at me. ‘Have you ever, you know, thought about, um, doing stuff,’ He gestured to his cock, ‘With other guys.’ He seemed really nervous. ‘Maybe a few times. Why?’ I tried to make it not awkward.‘I was just wondering, if you’d want to try it with me..?’ He said the last part quietly. I thought about how Casey was my best friend, and I knew he’d do anything for me. I could do this one thing for him couldn’t I? Part of me wanted him bad. I looked at him. ‘Sure.’He gave me a small. You remember how the cops used to sit around and dream up stuff to make our high school years miserable and complicated, so off to the boonies we went. About twenty short miles away lay the river, not a long trip at 80 miles per hour. Once parked by the river bridge, we got out and I opened the trunk to pull out a tarp I kept there. Hell, I also carried a couple of sleeping bags, but that though hadn’t entered my head at that point. The girls hoisted the case between them and I handled the.