“I am going to let Alice know that you are here.”As I turned around I saw Alice walking down the stairs. She was in a light summer dress. One of m... favorites. I enjoy watching her tits bounce underneath. It was a low cut, white dress, tight at the top and around the hips. I could see that she didn’t use a bra, again.The afternoon went by uneventfully. Kat talked about her troubles and we offered support and comfort. I told her that when all of this blows over I would put a good word for her at. She watched for my reaction as she explained that she was still screwing her boyfriend, sometimes just before I arrived like the first time.She knew he didn’t love her and was only using her for sex but he took her to places on the weekends that I couldn’t. She kissed me and said, “I really care for you. I won’t say ‘love’ because I’m not sure I even know what that is. Maybe I’m using you for pleasure like he is me. You do give me a lot more of it than he does. Your cock fits me better and you. .. lives ... or death ... uh-deaths.One of those... I’m pretty sure ... it’s one of those.One second I was bleeding out from a massive, sucking chest wound, screaming in fury at my killers, and the next I was staring up at a group of teenage girls, crowding around and staring at me. Don’t get me wrong. I like girls, but it was a shock to find myself not dead, and lying on the pavement ... somewhere, with a small posse of young ladies obviously concerned about my well being, from the looks on. Shit! I had fantasized, masturbated, and even dated women based on this fantasy but that is all I thought it would be. I also had thought she would start going out and finding young studs to date instead of her flesh and blood. That was perverted and wrong wasn't it? Then one night not soon thereafter my mother came to my room one night and woke me up. She wore a small nightie that didn't hide much. She woke me up and told me she needed to talk to me.She told me how she appreciated how I had.