I was a thoughtful, compassionate, caring and sensitive sort of guy. I didn’t break the law, bend the rules or kick against convention. Alright I wa... unfaithful to my wife, I went to massage parlours and pampered myself with the extras including two girl massages and I visited hookers quite regularly. But then when your wife has pretty much turned the tap off, a guy has to get relief somehow doesn’t he? Of course I have always loved Kelly. She’s my daughter, my flesh and blood and that demands. Then I will know our planning worked."How does it go?" she asks.It goes. It goes. But never arrives. She thinks, she tells me, that I --my former me -- am gradually dissolving before everyone else's eyes, thatI -- the me I am to be -- am gradually resolving into focus. Saturdays, meanwhile, are for waking in my bed, alone. Alone. Alone.Saturdays are for wondering about the Friday that has yet to happen. AndSundays -- oh, this time of year, Sundays are meant for fog seeping itsdrizzling rain,. I was not quite sure how long it had been since the start of the blowjob, but one thing was certain, it had not been long. So it was with a prideful demeanor that I got ready to receive my lovers hot load. Mmmmm! I moaned as I felt the first wave flow into my mouth. Perhaps it was because of the countless erotic tales I have written over the years or because I had no way of knowing for sure what a dogs cum tasted like, but whatever the reason, the fact remained the same, my lovers cum stated. In fact I think you're a reallynice guy or gal. Either way I like you. Can we just be friends andsee what happens?"By now, months-worth of tears caused by the pain and humiliation he hadbeen subjected to were running down his face. Pete could see thatSophie _needed_ human contact and he slid over to hug him. There wasno sexual thought involved, just the desire to help somebody who washurting and feeling very alone in the world.'There is nothing in the world that feels better than to just be.