What they all have in common is the pain of betrayal, and a sudden void they want to fill somehow so it will stop hurting. Some of them come here for ...heir first time ever in an establishment to try and accomplish this. Like it was for Paul, it's hard for any of them to actually ring the doorbell and step across the threshold. We're not the solution they had wanted in their lives.Now let me be clear that this wasn't Mr. X's problem at all. While some similarities exist, these aren't people. I still didn’t know her name, where she came from, or even if she was married. All I really knew was that she was not underage by several years and that she knew my wife’s name was Bridget.I pounded into her the way that I probably should have the first time. However, in my state of shock I had trouble doing anything at all that first time. This time was a lot different, I wasn’t in shock, and I was in full control. I thought about turning her around, lifting her leg up until her knee was under. "Morning sunshine," she said."Hi, Mom," I smiled back and sat at the table.She turned from the table and headed back to the stove. I watched her bum in her robe. I could see some swaying, but unfortunately the robe hid most of the curves. She returned to the table with some bacon on the frying pan and began to put some on my plate. She really took her time, placing them one at a time and she leaned over way more than she needed to as far as I could tell. Her robe was open a little, showing a. But Tiffany had the measure of her; Mel had one major weakness.Mel fancied the arse off of Tiffany.Tiffany had kissed and fondled girlfriends as a teenager, when token Sapphistry had been chic and rebellious and attention-getting, and more than once had masturbated to lesbian fantasies, but otherwise she wasn't inclined that way. But that didn't stop her from using her charms on Mel when required - though today, she felt less than charming. 'Fuck off back to the corner, you flat-chested little.