But...” said Bea.“But?” said Ava.“He doesn’t trust you. He’s certain you really don’t give a damn about him,” said Bea.“What! That�...s bullshit. I’ve told him a million times that I do care about him and love him, not the way I love my husband but truly,” said Ava.“It was the words he heard,” she said.“Oh. Yes, I know they must have hurt him really bad. He’s actually told me that himself,” said Ava.“Yes, they, the words, are the one thing, the biggest thing that he just can’t get by,” said. Keller was directing my head toward the tip. This was the point of no return for me. Standing in front of me was a ruggedly handsome man. Early 40s, very fit, seemingly intelligent and financially well off if my quick accounting of his assets were accurate. Then there was me. An 18 year old high school student living in a Foster home with nothing. I’m 5 foot 8 inches tall and maybe 105 pounds on a bad day. I have blonde, blue eyes, small breasts and a petite figure. I had no assets to speak. I felt my pussy begin to get wet as I knew they were jacking off thinking about fucking either Kim or me in our soft, white socks! I was getting really horned up and knew I had to do something.I quietly walked out of the bathroom wearing only my towel. I got about halfway across the bedroom when I said,” Wouldn’t you two rather have the real thing?!”Both boys spun around and stared at me and instantly began blushing. I didn’t want them to lose their hard-ons, so I walked up right next to. Two girls stood there, wide-eyed, as Belle’s new member grew to full length, then they danced back into Stacy’s room when the screaming and moaning began anew.It was close to midnight when I heard the two friends retire to the shower, and the girls, still nude, but squeaky clean, approached me in the living room as I continued to make notes about each aspect of the Master PC program. I was able to commit all of it to memory straightaway, but I wanted a copy for Stacy.“Uh, dad?” she asked,.