‘You’re just like your father, ‘ Coach had said. Was he just like his father? He’d just seen his father fucking Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille....He was upset but wasn’t sure why. Why did it upset him that his father was doing exactly what he, Rick, was doing? And why was he angry at the Coach for saying he was exactly like his father? He pulled to the side of the road and stopped. He wasn’t sure where he was. He sat there, crying. After what he’d just seen, Rick was sure it was his father’s fault. So much of that time, thankfully, was a haze – when did she first meet Stormie? But she remembers the first time she looked in the mirror and Cassandra looked back. Cunning, devious Cassandra – catching her sweet, dumb, loyal husband so totally by surprise. She looked like Stormie; so why would Mickey have ever known any different? After Ally, Stormie quickly came back with Penny ... was that right? because there is no Penny. No, she existed, just like Denise once existed ... That wasn’t right,. I thought nothing more on the subject since I had more pressing things on my mind-namely Susan my fiancee. it seems that Susan had grown bored with the way her life was going and so she decided to move to New York and try to become an actress or a model-whatever. I told her thanks for the memories, we'll always be friends, yada yada yada. She in turn told me that I didn't have to act this way and I shot back -' Whose acting?'.That shakespearean tragedy was around 4 in the afternoon. Forgetting. Your submission is going to bring you a flood of pleasure.” Sarah replied “Yes Sir” I watched Sarah play with her own tits. I was still fully clothed, still wearing a suit and tie and my own confined cock was unsurprisingly rock hard. I watched her for a while, as did Steve, never taking his hand from his cock. One of my requests to Sarah before meeting was for her to have her feet clean, pedicured, and manicured. “Sarah lay on the bed please, keep your panties on and spread your legs, I’ll get.