Living in a small town had always felt strange to me. Not because of anything specific, but because of the feeling that I was meant to have something ...igger. There are lots of people in small towns who feel like they need to see the world, and are being suffocated. Others feel like they fit right in, as if they were made for this. Weirdly enough, my problem has always been how suffocating it was to fit in so perfectly. I always felt I didn't have the control that I wanted. That I needed. And. .." And at that point I turned off the intercom and took the tape out of the system recorder and put it in my briefcase.One of the things I'm not is stupid. I didn't sit there and moan, "Oh it can't be; she loves me, I just know she does." Denial is not part of my makeup. One guy and it could just be wishful thinking, but when five guys are talking about what they have already done you don't wring your hands and say there must be some mistake.What burned me the most was that those same five. She just stood there.To help me choose, Ingrid ran a finger through her wetness and stuck it under my nose before pushing it into my mouth. This was getting complicated. Sure, I wanted to fuck the blonde teen. But, in front of my daughter? Almost sure, Mel wouldn't mind. But, in front of her daughter? "I... I... just don't know. This is awkward. " What's the problem, Grey? You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your manly sperm filling my ripe young cunt. Your daughter wants to. The next day I walked over to her trailer and since I didn’t know if anyone was there, I knocked. I knew Carol was working, but didn’t know if Laura or Bill were there. Bill opened the door and I told him why I was there. He let me in and I headed for the kitchen sink. I got on the floor, on my side and crawled under the sink, then turned on my back to work. As I was tightening the drain connections I felt something touch my legs. I looked out and saw two sets of legs between my open legs..