It didn't mean he loved me, only that he was sexually aroused. When I came home with the man I'd met at the bar, he kept telling me to make a noise, s...me sort of indication that he was pleasing me, but all I could do was grunt, though not because I relished what he was doing, but because I found no pleasure in being used to satiate his sexual longings. I moaned and grunted only because I wanted it to end.I tried to turn my gaze down between us, down to where my finger penetrated her body. Gayle. Marcia appeared still in her genie outfit; only all of the body suit and other opaque layers of clothing underneath the gossamer fabric had been removed, leaving her virtually nude except for the thin mesh fabric of her pantaloons and the diaphanous vest that hid little of her generous assets.Ash appeared in her schoolgirl outfit: similar to Chris the top was unbuttoned and tied under her generous breasts, no bra, shorter skirt, commando, and some sexier eye makeup. I could see her nipples. Our mother handled herself somewhat better, but she'd been dreaming of being my slave, while my father had merely dreamed of fucking me. Mom was burdened with guilt less than she was saddled with desire. She didn't shower me with attention, but Mom was certainly focused on me, sitting close and watching me as Jim and I carried the main course of our dinner conversation.I wondered if their fantasies had ever extended to my brother. I had a hard time imagining Dad sexually interested in James,. “You look like you’re having fun!” I looked down, and saw an extremely attractive guy in the water, smiling up at me. “Oh, I am. There isn’t anything I’d rather be doing,” I said, sarcasm thick in my voice. He laughed. “Wouldn’t you rather be doing me?” he said with a grin. I looked at him with shock written all over my face. “Relax! I’m kidding!” He threw his head back and laughed some more. “My name’s Brett. Pleased to meet you.” He held a hand out for me to shake, supporting himself on.