Walking down the bus, I reflected on what may have been the most stressful week of my life. Between work and last night's argument with girlfriend Lan..., my head had been a total mess all day. She had been weighing on my mind all day. I did have to admit to myself, I knew where she was coming from, and why she was so angry. Last night I had just come home from another late night at the office when she had exploded at me, complaining that I didn't pay her enough attention and that I was never. “My six year-old daughter could do better than that. You’re not a pussy, are you Charlie?”“No, no. I don’t want to be a pussy,” he huffed.“Let’s try the weights then. Remember, fat is the enemy. You’ve got to fight it with everything you’ve got.”The bench press loomed as a gleaming and slightly Medieval contraption that could have easily been mistaken for a torture device he once saw photographed in an encyclopedia. He slid his sweating body beneath the handlebars nervously after regaining some. After it was over - they had talked for a while, but Janice was clear on what she wanted - he could not get away from her now, and as the days and the weeks passed, she helped him improve his technique, and for her he became a very satisfactory lover indeed, and very much in her power. She knew if she played her cards right promotion would eventually be hers.But now she realised that John alone was no longer enough for her - she was a young amorous girl who liked her cock and now try as she. When the girls had been seated on the sofa in the living room and I had given them each a lemonade to drink, Linda told me that she had enjoyed her session with me and Connie so much that she had told her friend, Susan about it, and Susan wanted to learn more about the kind of fun girls can have.Linda said she was too shy to try to teach Susan all that Connie and I had taught her, so she had brought her friend over to see if I would show them how to have girl fun together.Even if they had not.