His other hand was beneath her caressing her breast. Then just as her tremors subsided she felt him guiding his manhood to her entrance.“W-wait- slo... down… I’m not ready yet” Her legs instinctively tried to close- he ignored her objection and thrust inside her. As he did this she felt violated. The expression on her face turned from a humoristic “slow down cowboy” to an expression that meant to ask “is this happening?” Their bodies were glazed with sweat and the thrusting motion was made easy. . well, smitten, for want of a better word. He’s riveted when I speak, his eyes follow me when I move around, he can’t seem to get enough of me.I’ve seen it before, a couple of times. Not often, I’m not one of those glamour queens who make men drool just by walking past them, but it’s happened. I remember one guy in college, if I was anywhere in sight he had eyes only for me, and I think he had a permanent stiffy. Wild horses could have stampeded right over him and he wouldn’t have cared. Shit,. I returned to Sara in the den.She said, "I thought you said she told you 'no'." She did." Then what happened." I helped her mother." How?"I told her about Lisa and her boss Mike and the note I left Brianna."So she's just thanking you?" Sara asked."I don't know. I don't care." That was really nice of you. It's a lot better than secretly videoing girls and giving copies to everyone at school."I nodded."You could do all types of good things," she said."I just want to be normal." You can't be. You. So as he is peeing and showering, I finish my first. Typically before he gets out of the shower and back into our room, I am well into (or perhaps finished) my second. I have learned that if I don’t get off twice before breakfast, I am such a bitch to my kids in the morning. I walk my kids to the school bus and I am back home by 8:20. My clothes come off before the door locks and I am watching porn by 8:21…that’s 3 maybe 4 orgasims before my second cup of coffee. I even found a way to.