I thought they might get bored of the idea and Chris would go home. I had a quick shower and shave to make sure I would be ready if I did have to go t...rough with this. When I came out of the shower wearing a towel to hide my modesty I found both my boyfriend (Tom) and Chris sat on the sofa watching porn. I loved watching porn but did not recognise this one. A girl was sandwiched between two men being double penetrated and she was a screamer. My eyes grew wide as I watched her stuck, held still. Teenage girls might be pretty to look at but they live like animals. There were panties, and jeans shorts, and balled up socks lying in piles across the floor, and her desk space was literally covered in various knick-knacks, electronic devices, and all the other unnecessary crap considered necessary by the American teenager.I opened a drawer at random and found it stuffed with jewelry, charging cables, and a stack of pens. There was no order or rationality to anything, and the OCD side of me. This was lust. This was not right; it was a human flaw I had to bear. A flaw that could not result in expansion of the human race. No life could come from my little girl and her little body, not without risking her own life; truly a fault for humanity.Should I even be allowed to produce another life? With my genes I would just breed another one like me. I would die before I let anyone take Chelsea from me though. Her father is me, this monstrous thing, but I don’t care. I am a selfish person. But from 2:30 to 5:00 I usually had the place to myself. And I was pretty horny.This didn’t happen all the time. I was still in school but every now and then things just built up. And when I had gotten an eyeful of that one particular crush on the track and then talked to another very cute boy on the way to work, things had definitely built up. And there I was, in an empty little clothing store, squirming behind the register, sneaking a finger over my chest or maybe outside my pants…Finally, I.