I've had sex with guys just because I was tired of all the wrestling and the begging. I didn't love them. I didn't want them. It just wasn't worth the...effort to keep fighting them off. It was no big deal. At least, from what you tell me, Tommy knows what he's doing. That might be a pleasant change."Once again I was struck by the realization that I don't know my teenage daughter nearly as well as I thought I did. I still think of her as a little girl. She most definitely isn't a little girl. Mum shouted back that there was no rush and she would make a pot of tea in about fifteen minutes or so.I had now got my breath back and cooled down as I headed for the bathroom. I always felt slightly randy after exercise and looked forward to a gentle right-hand session in the shower. My cock was stirring in my shorts at the thought of this. I got to the bathroom, locked the door and stripped of my running gear. My cock stuck out straight begging for attention.I picked up my sweaty running. In fact, taking a long walk in the evening was one of the factors that led to my decision to move. I just didn’t feel safe walking in downtown Chicago anymore. The road I lived on, though extremely dark, was, otherwise, perfect for walking. I had measured it. From my house to the end of the road and back was just over 4 miles. Since there were only 6 houses on that whole stretch of road, it was very quiet and peaceful. The only fly in the ointment, was a jack-ass kid who lived up the street. “You won’t get away with this you know?” she hissed.“You let us worry about that lady; you just want to be thankful that I’ve decided to let you all live if you behave yourselves. Now where was I?” Steve replied.“Maybe I should give Miss Munner a little rest because Ray has only just plucked her cherry?” he laughed.Steve knelt on the floor between the prone bodies of Jeanette Hathcock and Michele Bouvier. They both had nice asses and good legs; the older woman was a bit plumper but Steve was.