. I awakened in a sandwich; the ass crack my morning woody was nestled in was a lot more plush than I remembered Tina's as being. From the feel of thi...gs, Tina was behind me. "Hey, there, Super-Stud, rise and shine!" Bet's voice sounded above me. I opened one eye; so who the fuck owned the grapefruit-sized tit I was holding?"He's risen already," a voice giggled -- Becky? Blonde hair... "My ass is gooey." Becky?" I asked, "Didn't I tell you to go on about your business?" This IS my business!". Love me.... so immediately he logged onto that site and she was there. She said nothing about any messages even though John asked her several times, and just wanted to go straight into cyber sex. This time is was even more sensual, her descriptions of how she was licking his erect pens, nibbling around the rim of his glans, and tonguing into his peephole were so explicit that he had his penis in his hand in no time at all, moving his hand to simulate her actions. When she moved from his cock to. .." Huh?" I had lost her, musing aloud."Never mind. Anyway, I don't think I hate women; I don't even think I hate you. I just get off on hurting you." But how come?" I think the answer has at least two parts. The first has to do with ownership." I reached out and stroked her hair, then brought her mouth to mine.After the kiss I said, "I don't want to lecture you ... Well ... okay. The only comprehensible theory of ownership I ever heard was that you only really truly own something if you are. ”“Nice to meet you, dear,” my dad said, standing up. “You have a remarkable resemblance to my daughter!”“That’s what Steve and Jennifer said. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Adams.”“Girlfriend?” my mother asked. “What are you talking about?”“Just what I said, Mom. Jennifer and Josie are girlfriends. As in dating.”“Out!” my mom shrieked. “Get out of this house! Take your degenerate friends and get out of this house right now!”“Judy!” my dad barked.“I won’t have it!” my mom insisted.“Gee, Mom,” I said.