I was lying in my sweat and my wetness. knew that I had to get up, Icouldn't fall asleep here on the sofa. It would be disgusting to wake upin the mor...ing like this. And it would ruin the clothes that I had on. Ineeded to take a shower, but... Now I wanted nothing more than to closemy eyes and dream of him. The feelings of love hadn't faded. Iexperienced no post-climax clarity lifting me from this haze ofemasculation and womanhood. I still wanted him. I wanted a man.I wouldn't fall asleep.... I nodded.“Dad!” came the chorus of greetings from the girls. Ronnie held back a little, but he did give me a little wave. I waved back. He was my young man.I was surrounded and it made me feel—something—safe maybe. Yes safe is what it was.The woman wasn’t in evidence. I wondered at that. I was ushered into the dining room. Food was already prepared. I was hungry, psyche ward vittles were not my kind of dining pleasure. We ate and talked, and the girls made sure I knew that they were there for. Three." If I would have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can't really describe it. "Two," he continues, "one, done." I groan in reply. "I'm in the tunnel of pleasure," he waxes, and there's' a brilliant light at the end of it." I'm still hurting, but something in me wants him to stay. "Gently," I say again. He's going in reverse, slowly withdrawing his dick by some inches. Another gentle thrust. Back and forth, slowly, as my pain transforms into lust. I'm. My cock jumps at the sight of her shorts stretched across her firm, round ass cheeks. I reflect on how good it felt to squeeze those cheeks."Nothing serious, I hope." Mom says, turning around and smiling at me. I return her smile, but I'm staring at her hard nipples poking out the thin material of her tank top. I need to get the transmitter."No. I don't think so. I'm going to call her later." I say. "I just thought it would be better to come home." I start down the hall. "I'm going to unpack my.