I wanted to go to bed with him, too. Of course until that fateful night I was afraid to ever approach him. It was a Thursday and I had gone to a frien...'s house. I called my father and told him she and I were going to go out and get a hamburger and thick shake for supper and I wasn't sure when I'd be home. "Okay," he said, "thanks for letting me know."What I told him was a lie. He knew I often had sex, but there was no need to rub it in. Our boyfriends had come over and we talked, drank wine and. I know very little English August afternoon, the last day of vacation. Today Ania has an exceptionally bad mood, she repeatedly tells me of her problems at work. I still keeps her that I have a good job, she doesn't have to work, if she doesn't want to. Maybe sometimes I will stay longer some days, but that won't change the time we spend together significantly. She insisted on working there until she got pregnant. For me, this excuse was of little importance. As a result, we argued more and. Chapter one.Have you eaten a grapefruit bite after bite, and then drink water? I did and trust me, the water tastes like hell.That's my life.A grapefruit that became sour and then having to learn how to live with that.Something that wasn't my fault, just a real divorce in real life, a hateful relationship between my mother and my Dad, all these years.Just because my Dad was the macho type and my Mother a woman that truly believed on the equality of rights between men and women.Sounds really. How could I, of all people, be having these thoughts and feelings? I felt my mouth watering, literally, as I stared at this handsome cock. It must have been at least six inches long... and it wasn't even erect at this moment. My mind kept wandering away from the "real" me... my thoughts and even my actual desires were totally out of my conscious control. Was I really sitting here in a city police car, in full uniform, masturbating while looking at another mans cock? Was I honestly wishing I.