" My head was spinning again as I went back to my table that I somehow claimed these past two night. I didn't know if that was a date or just trying t... get to be friends or what, but I was truly excited to wait another few hours to get her alone with me. As I was waiting my mind wondered, in all the many years I have been through I really was never attracted to the other woman around me. Sometime you would see one that was beautiful but mostly they were competition to me and my hunting. Not. I'm not a ten, but at least an eight, with my B-cup boobs. One person who definitely thinks I'm attractive is my dad. His name is Scott, and he's forty-two. My mom passed when I was twelve, and ever since then, it's been my dad and I. We both have had our relationships, but nothing has been serious. Anyway, on my nineteenth birthday, I got a ton of clothes. Everything from skirts, and tops, to sexy bras and panties. Of course I didn't get the unmentionables from my dad, but judging from what. I couldn't swallow anymore. I was completely exhausted. I could tell that Julia had stopped coming and her moaning was letting me know she was completed. We were both used up. With a lot of effort I crept out from her legs and then cuddled with her, placing my arms around her with one hand on a breast. I softly caressed it as she sighed and then gave me a soft kiss. I returned it. This was so sweet. I had never felt so happy, certainly not since losing my mother. I was content for the first. Seated next to her on the bed was a hulking, brawny brute of a white man. He was kneading one of her breasts in his huge hamlike hand, squeezing the pointy nipple hard between his fingers.It was Les Tyborg. Known as "The Bull" by his buddies, the gigantic brawny guy was not particularly bright, but was renowned for his brute physical strength and massively muscular body. He had been a runner up in the state's weight lifting competition, and was a star quarterback for the college team.At twenty,.