I notice your fingers are still on the front of my jeans, gripping my hard cock firmly now, and you gasp as you feel it throb against your hand. I sta...t to slap and play with your magnificent breasts with one hand, whilst the other sneaks down your body, and into your thong. Even I am surprised at how wet you are. I whisper in your ear what a filthy slut you are, to be so wet for me, describing all the dirty things I'm going to do to you, my thumb just brushing your clit as my finger enter. He would go one step farther. He would not give her a choice, it being more of a command then a request. It was not how he usually worked, letting the woman decide what they wanted among his services. But Eriko was different.Eriko was nervous, but followed him. Would he go back on his word? He led her to a different room than yesterday, down at the end of a long hallway. He opened the door, and Eriko looked in. Inside was a table just like yesterday, high up, covered in a white sheet. There was. .." So what if I do?" I ask. "It's my life, I'll live it at 100mph if I want..." ...Living your life fast is fine," dad advised, "as long as you don't goface-first into a brick wall." I haven't so far, have I?" I ask."You're still only eighteen," dad says. "You've already done so much... Itwouldn't hurt you to slow down a little." I've got sixteen years of life to make up for," I say. "Life I spent as agender I hated being." Looking at you now," dad says, "I'd have a hard time believing that. Where were you?”“In town. I had to help Aunt Susan with some storm damage.” I decided that the less I said, the less I’d have to remember what I’d said to whom. “Where are you all staying?”“The usual place,” Manfred said. They always stayed in one of the motel-style rooms in back of the first building.I nodded. “Who else got here today? I’ve been gone since lunch.”“Gina.”The one name was all that we needed to share a conspiratorial look.Gina was our age, and really fun to hang out with. She.