Roxanne, who had by this time seated herself on the other side of the sofa bed, got up and locked the door. They were all alone now, and he couldn’t...have felt more relieved. She doffed her faux fur coat. She wore a white, skimpy spandex top that clung to her waif-like curves. A short leather mini-skirt barely concealed what hid directly beneath it. He was overwhelmed by the trashiness of her clothing, as this was a woman he could easily see himself fucking in some back alley or on any given. . make it short and sweet.“She’s a real beauty...”“Cassie? Show him your back.”“Holy ... er ... Moses,” said the youngster. “That’s pitiful. What happened?”“I think someone decided I needed a lesson ... I think,” Cassie said.“When?” The younger Lieutenant asked.“I think I might have been five or six. They wouldn’t let me go to school until it healed.”“Who?”“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m a foundling.”“Foundling? What’s that?”“I was found on the orphanage steps.”“You’re an orphan?”“Got to have. At family get togethers she and Robbie were always hinting how tired they were after such a night of shagging (although not in those words) and giggling to each other (the way newly weds do) and that kinda annoyed the other women. It's not that she was beautiful or anything; quite the opposite really, she has medium sized breasts and hips and doesn't carry too much weight but her least redeeming features are her laugh which she does constantly (for the lightest of reasons) and that she never. If it doesn’t, at least we would have tried.”Katie said, “Okay, but I want to be on top. Mom told me that I should be on top the first time. That way I could be in control.”I asked, “You talk to Mom about sex?”Katie laughed and said, “God no! She talks to me, I pretend to listen, and then I get to hell away from her as fast as I can.”I laughed and leaned back against my pillow. Katie crawled across the bed toward me. Then she straddled my hips, scotched forwards some more, and held my cock up.