Do you have any real conversation orfriendships at Long Beach?" I smiled, "to be frank, since you moved back I kind of missthe morning-after debrief...ngs we used to have beforewe started our shift!" "I did too, so I got into the clubs which here are so much moreorganized! But also,- Oh I forgot to mention in this club Cockringsare de rigeur!" "Hmmm," looking in my wallet purse, "I very rarely wear mine butI think I have it!" I found it, hoped it would still fit, andthen she helped me. "These aren't fresh sheets. I think they fucked this morning Peter. Let's add to the scent shall we?"I thought about my mother taking my Dad's cock into her this morning. I didn't know they had fucked, but wasn't surprised after Mother's recent interests had been revealed to me. I stripped and was naked before Mrs. Wilson had so much as pulled on a bikini string. She sunk to her feet, chased my cock with her mouth, finally capturing the head then slid all the way down my shaft. She cupped. Betty and I had never experienced that. We had never looked into each other’s eyes and felt any sort of overwhelming emotion.There had never ... at least from my viewpoint, been a watershed moment where we had felt, declared or thought that we were the missing pieces to each other’s souls.I guess if I had to describe our relationship in one word, the word would not be love. I’m also pretty sure that knowing what I knew now, the word would probably also not be permanent.The word that seemed to. And by the time I was desperate enough to disregard that last part (that desperation you feel as a 24 year old virgin), they were all gone.So, off I went to try a Hail Mary. With whom, you may ask; let's call her Melanie. A beautiful young woman, barely 19 years old. Her shapely, yet lithe form was a recent development, but one I eagerly embraced - or was trying to. With Indonesian parentage, she was maybe half an inch shorter than me with her high heels on, and her amber/golden hair was long.