I lay on top of her, Kat still face up, letting our orgasms continue for quite a while, before finally climbing off. I clasped her hand, pulled her up...off the floor, and pulled her to her big comfortable bed, again face up. I dripped some of the strawberry lubricant onto my hand and made quite a show of rubbing it onto and into my horny pussy in front of her, on my knees, leaning over her. Kat grinned up at me salaciously, face up beneath me, as she thoroughly rubbed peach lubricant into her. The pool walls were crumbling on their own and the three guys were only big between their legs. They were all out of shape and d***k, and since they came at me one at a time. Together they might have had a chance. They were too busy fucking and drinking to think clearly. As for the law, I had done nothing wrong, why shouldn’t it be behind me.’ ‘Just like in high school, Monica picked on someone she perceived as weak. I could have cared less about my penis being smaller than those guys. I wasn’t. As had been the case with the world’s thieves, I had to draw some limiting lines around the category, based on factors like how long ago the bad guy’s last rape event had occurred, and on how repentant he might (or might not) have been since then.So I tried to take some care, but mostly I was just eager to knock off the world’s current crop of forcible rapists. The way I finally left it, if you had dipped your wick in a place (male or female) where it had most definitely not been wanted, and. She was strong and self-assured. Yet she feared relationships. Because of her disease, she feared emotional intimacy and commitment.When I was twelve, my mother died in a car accident, and my father died when I was seventeen. Although my uncle took care of my brother, sister and I, a part of me longed for the security and safety of a spouse.We were both at a point in our lives when we needed each other. I didn't care that she had the same set of chromosomes that I did. She didn't care that I.