My raging hard-on however told a completely different story. I had looked at gay porn on the internet, which was more about curiosity than anything th...ugh. Yet still my mind played with the thought. Maybe I enjoyed it when he stroked my cheek. When he leaned closer to me. Almost as if he was going to lock his lips onto mine, and let our tongues dance together. I shifted my gaze from the road, and looked at him. He was staring at me again, that smirk on his face like he didn’t have a care in. She an' Deena get along just fine, and having Haley around means I don't have to give MY daughter a hundred percent of the attention all the time. Haley an' Deena entertain each other. Means I don't have to..." I played along with Steve. Seemed to me that he wanted to feel comfortable with leaving Haley."Uh-huh," he said. "At home she kind keeps to herself. I don't know what to do with a teenaged girl, ya know. Not like a dad, anyway. And Marie ain't much better off." Seems like that's the same. I’d been bringing Frankie and Victoria home at weekends for a couple of months and the tea was already an established fact. We hit their flat about 3am and pushed open the door, which let directly into a large living area. Melanie (a tall slim red haired girl) was standing by an armchair holding a sort of leather strap about 3 inches wide and 18 inches long, she had on a red basque, 3 inch spikes and fuck all else. Cheryl meanwhile was disappearing through one of the bedroom doors buck-naked. Now there's another name. My given name is Charles, a name rarely used when I was younger. Lily didn't like the name, she said it reminded her of upper-class, toffee-nosed twits. The Yanks would of course change Charles to Chuck, but in the U.K. Chuck was a slang word for vomiting so that was out. From very early on in our relationship she had called me Chad."I just fancied a Kebab for lunch. It seemed like a good idea at the time." I tried to joke. It didn't work for either of us."Come on..