I became absorbed by thoughts of once-unattainable portions of Gwendolyn, and I envisaged Phillip, who had worn less well than I had, becoming aware o... certain comparisons. But there they were, with an ad which stated ‘no single males’. Part of a couple was obviously the thing to be. That, however, brought me back to square one. I badly needed a girl you don’t take home to mother. I don’t think I’m immoral, or even amoral in the all-round sort of way, but in that situation, I believe, a young. “Man, I’d like to stick my dick between those.” Gabe thought. His eyes moved up from her chest to meet her eyes, which were wide and staring at it. There was a moment of silence in which the tension could be cut with a plastic spoon… “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”She nodded.All of a sudden Gabriel appeared to go blind. For a second he felt weightless and then his weight had shifted from his feet to his back.“That’s odd.” he said to himself.He heard the shuffling of feet, but that faded away. " He pointed at the couch. "NO! There is no way I am staying here with you." Before I could finish he pushed me down hard onto the couch. "Let me tell you what you are going to do, Susan." He walked forward and started to undo his pants. "I wanted to do this differently but, if this is how you've got to have it, then so be it." He paused. "I've seen your kind before, girl. You got excited when I touched you in the water; you got hotter yet when I put my fingers in your pussy. A lot of people. I heard rather than saw him step across to the desk. He picked something up. He used the tip of it to part my hair to one side, so that he could see my face, and I could see what he was holding. It was a black riding crop – about 30 inches long, with a bound leather grip, a slender flexible shaft and finishing in a folded leather swat. Something I’d only seen in pictures before. Well, now I was seeing the real thing. And up close. He moved behind me. I felt the cold leather of the swat slide.