Fran was sitting beside Gina, saw her move, shook her head, closed her eyes and leaned back. Stan was sitting on the floor and his eyes were closed as...well, so he missed the show. I was sure he'd hear about it. As for me, I wasn't surprised. Gina often paraded around our apartment in little or nothing aside from a t-shirt and panties, so I wasn't seeing anything I hadn't seen before. There were times when I was pretty sure she was doing this to attract my attention. But tonight, I think she was. At least so far. But I have six and it's too late to turn back, especially now that we've formalized things with these gifts and ceremonies.Besides, why the hell not keep her? I've spent my life doing the responsible, morally correct thing. Why can't I have this one guilty pleasure? I may not love her quite like I do the others, but I believe I will, in time. We just haven't spent enough time together yet. Plus, she looks like Brenda! Sweet! She's such a soft and squeezable bundle of fuck. Not. She was barely five feet tall and looked like a model for The Waifs, that series of pictures of very young girls with big eyes and lonely expressions on their faces. She made the first advances because, as she told me, You look a lot like my daddy. I was thirty-eight and knew I was at least twenty years older than she. As with all too many lonely people, within a week we were sleeping together. When the rent on her room came due she moved in with me. She had an extensive sex education and. .'Look what you've done,' I say angrily, wiping her seed from my face and chest and wiping it off on her bare thighs.'I'm sorry, punish me if it will make you feel better,' Sammy says regretfully, 'you just make me come so much, I can't control myself!''It's okay, I forgive you,' I hesitate, laying myself upon her, slipping around on her oiled up little body, 'but I'm going to fucking ram your ass raw anyway...'Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I take her ass in my hands and hoist her up. She.