Not about Becky, but about Melody, Tasha, Katy, and Angie.”“Ask yourself this question, Mike — is that the kind of man you want to be?”“Dad,...the only girl I ever asked to have sex with me turned me down, and that was a good thing. I’m not casually having sex. In fact, I put the brakes on with two of the girls because I don’t want to be that ‘kind of man’, as you put it. Jocelyn and I had a long, deep conversation before I spent the night with her. Becky and I had one back in October, and. By the same token, Melissa wanted some time alone at her home with her boyfriend, Robert Lackland. The occasional Friday or Saturday night ‘staycation’ at a hotel (even a nice one, as Robert tended to select) was no substitute for the idea / dream of holding him close (and possibly more) in her own bed. But her mom and sister (and often her nephew, when he wasn’t spending time with Michelle’s ex-husband) always seemed to be around, putting a damper on anything more than cuddling on the couch. "Oh yes!" Laura gasped.Shavon's dark eyes burned into hers. "Fuck me, Laura. Do it fast. Oh! Unhhh! Yes! Please!"Each girl had her hand in the other's pussy, and each girl had the other's nipple in her mouth, her free hand squeezing the breast rhythmically. They fucked one another fast and furiously until in fifteen seconds both were erupting in hot gushers of coming. Groaning, gyrating and thrusting, they came deliriously in a thrashing, shuddering chaos of ecstacy, milking the last spasm out. I really didn't care if he fired me at that point. I was so over done.I needed to get away. My wife was gone, and I wasn't dating anyone. There was nothing but myself standing in my way of a well deserved hiatus.In my youth, I loved spending my summers in the Adirondack Mountains. I attended summer camp every year between the ages of eight and fifteen. During my college years, I'd spend a few weeks backpacking in the Adirondacks every summer. So, this was the first place I thought about when I.