I don’t mean to belittle the experience. I don’t doubt for a second that it had, quite naturally, deprived men of their faculties in the past. I, ...owever, knew myself to be quite sane.I briefly entertained the notion that I was insane and didn’t know it. Then I considered the possibility that I had always been insane, acknowledged it as more likely than the former, then pushed both thoughts from my mind.Eyes still closed, I lay there, enjoying a quiet languor of a sort I’d never felt before. I. One time only!" he said nervously, almost knowing he was going to lose this battle. How could he turn her away after the mind blowing sex they just had?Jess snuggled up to Steve, pressing her firm little tits against his back, curving her tight little body to fit his. She starting rubbing his leg with the dildo she brought with her. She then moved it up his side, around to his stomach, then his neck."Well, daddy?" she whispered in her best come-fuck-me tone.Steve was hard as a rock at the. You're tired. You're probably completely exhausted. Go to sleep. Sleep late tomorrow morning. If the girls are up before you, I'll take care of breakfast for all of us. If you wish, there's a hot tub on the roof, it's filled and warm. Take a long, hot soak, and let the warm water work on your bruises, and bumps," I said, indicating the visible bruises on her neck, and shoulder. She blushed, ashamed of the abuse she'd suffered.I took a huge chance and hugged her very lightly, leaning toward her. He has that masculine sprawl behind the wheel that I’ve always loved. However, when I continue to stare at him, I notice his left hand is clenched in a fist. My gaze wanders up to his face, and his jaw seems tight. It’s like he’s holding himself under rigid control. It dawns on me: I’ve found the armour of confidence I’ve so needed, to pit myself against this all-consuming personality. He’s dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, and the incongruity of my slinky black cocktail dress and bright.