I then remembered I had showered and made my way back into the bathroom, finding my panties from the night before laying on the ground. I quickly slip...ed out of the rest of my clothes and put my panties back on. Then I made a final stop back at the room and put on the same over shirt I had worn to go downstairs the night before, when I had caught him masturbating. I slowly made my way down the stairs, noticing him sitting on the couch, slowly stroking himself to a porn of a brunette girl. "Art thee all right?" asked the other girl nervously."I suppose so," replied Jeff. And yet, quite truthfully he was startingto feel somewhat self-conscious about the odd way both of these younggirls kept staring at him. It was almost as if they were expecting himto do or say something. They were both quite pretty and exceptionallywell endowed for their apparent youth. However, even as young as theyobviously were, Jeff could only wonder why he felt no pressing physicalattraction towards either. Indeed, before her key was in the door she could hear the knock-knock-knock against a far wall within. Inside, a voice loudly accompanied the pounding and she saw Bridget and Gretchen lounging in the main room with wine-coolers, the sisters dressed in nighties too flimsy to be warm and too sexy to be comfortable – in the middle of the day and in line for their turn – and from her daughters’ bedroom the violent sound of a third young woman shrieking to her daddy to do her harder, faster. . ‘Most parents would be ecstatic to have a daughter like me! Most parents would thank their lucky stars their daughter wasn’t out banging boys every chance she got! Most parents would like having a daughter who studies books all night!’ I became very quiet. That hurt. ‘I’m sorry, Mom.’ She was suddenly contrite. ‘I didn’t mean to sound so bitter. I didn’t mean to knock your profession. I really didn’t. I know it makes you happy. It’s just that…well, I’m not you, and I never will be. I’m not.