On the one hand I didn’t want to hear what I was hearing, and on the other, I wanted to hear it more, even louder and clearer. It bugged me that wha... was to be my period of calm and serenity, spent alone I my own version of a fortress of solitude, far away from my everyday life, would now most likely entail unwanted everyday conversations with a man that pushed my buttons, and uneasy hours after dark.I didn’t think the young boy was managing to sleep either. Had he not fallen asleep before they. Suddenly the golden bathroom doorknob began to twist, and it opened. I looked away, and looked back at the TV.“Anything good on?” he asked, walking toward me.I looked over at him, and was speechless. He was in nothing but his black boxers. The burning sensation overtook me again.“No…nothing good…” I said softly. He was standing in the middle of the room. I couldn’t help but stare at the bump of his penis form in his boxers. “Well, it is Sunday…” he said, as he lifted his arms into the air. Ashley is quite a few years younger than I, but that difference seems negligible because she has matured rapidly developing a 32B bust on her tiny 4'10" frame. The roundness of her breasts were set off by startling deep coral nipples that seemed to be constantly stiff standing up under all her tops. I won't try to describe my own body; suffice it to say my bust is 36C with plush strawberry nipples.Anyways, about a year ago, I had been quietly fingering my pussy after the lights had been turned. You do know what happens, don't you? Saddos read them. It's bad enough having them paw all over my lovely words, but then they have the audacity to write puerile comments on them in the vain hope of a little reflected glory, which is just excruciating. And then, as a final insult they give it a score; as if their opinion is really, really important and I'm supposed to give a flying fuck about the whole awful process. I'll repeat myself. No. Absolutely not. Fuck off. Besides I've got a very,.