My neighbour and her teenage daughter (4) - Sex Stories

My neighbour and her teenage daughter (4)

... inside that attracts me to you and always has been. By the way, have I told you how much I love you?” Despite herself she laughed. “I was going to say no you haven’t, but I think you said something like that last night when I wasn’t really in any state to listen properly. I will say you men have absolutely no sense of timing, but….do…you…really?” He took her in his arms again. “Absolutely; and I have nothing but admiration and respect for the way you care for your girls. I love you more than I can put into words, and every single day I wonder what I did to deserve having you come into my life.” “Except today I’ll bet.” She smiled ruefully. “Including today!” He assured her. “Then I’m going to make an appointment with a psychiatrist for you.” She laughed. “There’s no question you need professional help.” While he knew she was joking he was sure agreeing was not the best course of action, so he held her until she was ready to head back inside. The remainder of the day was thankfully uneventful, though dinner that night was unusually quiet as each was wrapped up in their own private thoughts. Tony needed some time to think things through so he slipped into the den and sat down, berating himself for allowing things to go to shit so badly. Now that everything was out in the open he wondered how he could have been so stupid, and how right Shannon was when she asked if he thought she and Tiff wouldn’t work out what was going on sooner or later. He also wondered how badly she had ...

... been affected by Bill’s behavior, and whether Tiff or even Kat were similarly affected. They may appear normal on the outside but he had no idea what kind of residual damage could have been festering deep inside. He was working himself into a state somewhere between frustration and rage, with Bill as his target until he realized this was completely counter-productive and he should focus on trying to fix the problem, not blaming someone he couldn’t get his hands on. He opened his laptop and started searching, amazed at the variety of sexual offences and the plethora of information regarding counseling, treatment and psychological support. It appeared most services were concentrated in the major cities and towns, which was a problem for those in regional areas but at least he had a direction. He lost track of time as he scanned through various websites and forums, quickly realizing the dedicated support services had the most helpful information. The girls popped their heads in to say goodnight and Cyn had gone to bed some time ago, but he was still surprised to see it was three am when tiredness insisted he needed to get some rest. He slept through the alarm and didn’t wake until nine in the morning, cursing as he’d missed seeing Cyn and the girls. She had left a note on her pillow saying she knew he was up late and didn’t want to disturb him, so he sent her an apologetic text and had breakfast and a couple of coffees to get his cloudy brain into gear. He rang the hospital and ...