Leara finally spoke. "We're just having a disagreement. Thanks for checking whoever you are but I'm safe". The hell did she mean by "whoever I am"? Y...u know who I am. We just fucked from sunset to sunrise. I was fuming. Who the hell was this guy to be yelling at her like that? In the end, she was right. It wasn’t my business. I didn’t know her well enough to be so attached, yet here I was. Standing outside of her apartment like a loyal dog. A dog more loyal to a stranger than his own wife. I. " I stood up. "And if all you want to do is dance, all you have to do is dance and we'll have a lot better time together than if we both spent the rest of the night feeding quarters into video poker. So, Beth, wanna go dancing?"She thought for a moment. "Okay," she said. "Ah'd love to."The disco was tacky but it fit the bill; it was dark, crowded, noisy, and it made us feel like we were alone with each other even with a hundred people around us. A couple of times some jerk came up and tried to. I fought with that friend, and apparently won the hand of the girl who I was certain to be a virgin. I did not learn, until she was 17, that the first boyfriend had fucked her. It was years later that I found out about his size, the frequency of their fucking, and what her body had learned. That body had learned that all such sensation was a minimum standard. Now, think back to the possessive hormonally insane teenage years. There was no way that I would have let that old friend near that. This was my stepdaughter, for Christ's sake! What the hell was I thinking? I stood and walked naked up to the cabin with our clothes. It did feel good to be nude. I went into the coolness of the cabin and took a deep breath. My cock began to subside. I got a beer from the refrigerator and drank it down in several big swallows. I burped. I looked down to the dock. Billie basked, golden in the sunshine. The devil on one shoulder reminded me that she was no virgin, and had a strong curiosity about.