You're you. Kim's Kim. Kumbayah an' all that. It's a wonderful world."And that's when lightning went off in my head. Little voice said, "Kimmy? See th...t one? He's IT. If you don't snag 'im, you'll regret it the rest of your life."Okay, Aunt Jen let Tim take me to dinner with him. In retrospect, she must've seen something in him (and maybe me, too) that made that seem like a safe idea. I know some people who wouldn't think that it's a good idea for a teen girl to go out the door with a forty. She shuddered slightly thinking back to her own thoughts at the time. Those other women, content that they wouldn’t be sat on their own every night missing the content of companionship, tearing the absent Linda to strips in a frenzy of reality TV nastiness. But that was a crock of shit, she had no contact with any of those miserable bitches any longer and she couldn’t use that excuse anymore. She had admitted to him and herself that she had moved in because of the sex. OK it happened that she. The light from the street lights illuminated my bed a little and I settled down for sleep.I must have dropped off quickly but I awoke with a start and heard Mike cursing in the room. Although the lights from outside illuminated my body, my head was in the shadows and I secretly watched Mike as he prepared for bed. The heat of the Mediterranean evening had obviously been too much for me and the covers had been kicked to the bottom of the bed and my t-shirt had ridden up just a little so Mike’s. “So, I’ve masturbated in bed after spanking Melanie. Do you after spanking Emma?”Jenny blushed again and admitted, “I do, but it isn’t about Emma. I have so much more time now as spanking is so quick compared to grounding and with all the tension that involved I was getting so tired and stressed. I reckon me masturbating is a sign of my happiness with my life now as I am no longer so tired and that has increased my desire to have sex. Hubby is far happier as well because we have sex so much.