“I think I can handle it,” he replied sipping coffee. “But you know that you are much more emotional than me about these things. Can you handle ...he emotions of seeing me fuck that chick? You’re going to have to perform in front of me with Kent and maybe even with Janelle. Are you OK with that? Have you thought about being with a woman?”“The last time I was with a girl was back in high school,” Bridget explained while eating a piece of fruit. “Since I met you I hadn’t even wanted to be with a. ”I nodded. “Selma. Please. I only need to know if a particular person has stayed here recently.”“How recent? My memory’s not what it used to be.”“A few months ago?”She frowned at me. “What’s her name?”“I didn’t say it was a ‘her’,” I said.“Cute young fella come in here looking for someone, don’t tell me you...” and she made a gesture I could only surmise was meant to indicate that I was gay.“No, I’m looking for my father.”“Oh!” she said. “Good! Young men should have a father.”“I need to know if. "Jodi-you're a whore," he grinned and looked into the unwinking eye of her cuntwondering how many times he would be able to fuck it before the day was done with."So I'm a whore." She closed her legs. There was a note of finality in the way she didit. "You'd better take your girlie clothes off, Shawn;" she sniffed."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you that. I said it in a nice way of wanting to think ofyou hot and horny," he mumbled as he undressed. "There's not a girl" in the whole ofAdelaide. He kissed every part of me. He spent a long time on my breast and nipples. He proceeded from my breasts down the soft curve of my belly. His lips and hands were everywhere. Before he even got to my bellybutton, I was moaning and was as aroused as much as I had ever been with Bill and much more than with my husband or any of the others. When he had worked his way down to the pelvic area, I was begging him to give it to me. I had no control over my body at that time. I would shudder and quiver at.