I will make you happy.” Putting on my shoes as I sat on the bed, I looked down at her on her knees between my legs. She put her arms around my wais..., holding me, looking up into my eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I love you. I love you,” she said in a quivering, passionate voice. I didn’t know what to think or say. How could she love me? She was a whore getting me to spend money, and we got drunk and had wild passionate sex, but I also knew we bonded in a way that is rare, that it was. When we got there, she asked me if I might be interested in seeing her later. At that point I realized she really didn't need a ride, but was looking for a "date". I told her she was beautiful, but I had no interest in women. At this point her face just lit up and she said she had just what I was looking for and told me she had something under her dress for me. When I told her I didn't believe her she pulled her dress up, pulled her panties down and showed me a very nice cock. I'd been with. "Thank you Laurel," I replied. "That's good of you."Breakfast was ready just as Gwen and Nancy emerged from their shower fully dressed for our walk later. This time the whole family tucked into a large pile of bacon sandwiches I'd prepared, even Laurel whom I'd expected to have cereal again.Afterwards, dishes done and the two girls warned to do their homework first before pleasure Gwen, Nancy and myself set off on the northern loop of my rounds."Will we see any deer today David?" asked. ”“How does this hurt you?” Bethany asked as she turned around to hop off the bed. “Why does this change anything? It’s no different than you and Mark.”“If you have to ask that, then we’re done.” I was livid when I stepped around Mark to pick up her clothes and throw them at her. “Get the fuck out of my house.”“Wait,” Bethany said as she caught her shorts and panties. Her voice broke when she saw how angry I was. “Talk to me.”“You’re not my girlfriend anymore. You’re not even my friend.