Please leave me and get lost or else I will be calling security,’ I said with an authoritative voice determined not to land in trouble. All men were...pigs and this was an old one. ‘Honeybee! Girls use to drop their panties just by listening my name. I got plenty of pussy in my lifetime. I don’t need any now. But still whenever or wherever I want I get my stock of pussy. Ain’t I old boys,’ he said and broke into a laugh ‘What’s your name old boy? At your age you should be sitting in some old home. By the time he came inside me I had had multiple orgasms and was satisfied. We then cleaned up to go for dinner. When I walked out I realized his friend was still there and my partner told me since there was a spare bed he was going to stay the night as he was drunk and had no way home. I was a upset but said ok then we left for dinner. Dinner was great we went to one our favorite restaurants and enjoyed a bottle of wine together over dinner. When we finished dinner I was quite typsy and ready. The hidden hurt at being viewed from the point of view of marriage prospects, while her less brilliant brother was encouraged to further his career at all costs. The fierce determination to be more than just a pretty face. The shame at her lack of worldly knowledge vis a vis her friends. The lust simmering under the surface, occasionally bursting through, eager to be unleashed. The desire to have someone in whom she could confide these deepest of her secrets. Would they still love her, almost. . point of view of the table Here I am again, enjoying the smell of 16 year old Anna while she leans on me. This happens every night, her arms rubbing me while she does her homework. I love the smell of her breath, and in between her legs when she wears a skirt. Today is one of those days when Anna is wearing a skirt. I can see her as she rubs a finger on her clit as she is concentrating on her math. I watch the moisture appear and Anna puts down her pencil and starts moving her fingers in and.