”“I know punishing him punishes me. It’s always been like that. Just tell me this Dad, why are you men such dogs?” she asked.“Would you real...y want us all to be wimps?” I answered her with a question.“No of course not,” She replied, “but it would make life easier for us women. Oh did you recognize the girl from last night?”“No, who was it?” I asked.“Oh no, ask Jon who she was. When you do, don’t let him get away without telling you.” she said with a laugh.Alright have him come talk to see me. A reserved guy, if you may. I’ve had my fair share of relationships but things never got physical. So the urge to have something physical was rising up in me through the years.The day I’m about to narrate to you, was just another normal day. Two weeks back, I was getting back home from work on my bike when all of a sudden, it started raining like hell. The clouds were going bonkers. At one point, I could no longer drive in the rain as it was getting impossible to see. I tried to somehow get to. Somehow, I think something about the place and its sexual heat, its feeling of sexual adventure, binds us together. We are very different; most of our interests diverge, though they do not conflict. We allow each other our freedom, to work, for friends, in most things. We are together because our genitals long for each other. Our life together is based on sex; fucking is our foundation. Talking about it is our communion.When we met, it was at a gallery opening and I was attracted to her. It slipped out a bit but it went right in, deeper, when she sat by my side and she closed her eyes for a second as she felt it. The palm of my hand rested against her pussy and I could feel the harsh hair and the soft lips, and wetness. I hadn’t noticed till now that her pussy was wet. I lifted my head and tried to look at it but her thighs and my hand obscured the view. And I soon forgot all about it when mom’s hand sneaked under my boxers and found my erect cock. And I wasn’t that keen on.