Bis ich endlich als komplette Dame nach Hause zurückkehrte (so dachten meine Eltern) und mit Alan zusammentraf.Er erwies sich als mein Fang der Nacht... bei meiner Willkommen-Party zu Hause. Ein gut aussehender Typ mit einer Persönlichkeit und einem passenden Bankkonto. Ein Typ, der selbstbewusst und anscheinend sehr erfolgreich in der Kunst der Verführung war, wenn einige der Geschichten meiner Freundinnen wahr waren.Ich hatte ihn unter den "Hengsten" bemerkt, weil er blond, blauäugig und gut. She tried to breathe deeply as she unfolded the paper, it contained a number and it was eleven digits long, it was a mobile number. She screwed it up and put it into her purse, Monnie tried to control her breathing, her heartbeat continued to race, then she realised she wanted a pee. Monnie didn't remember much of the afternoon, the note was still in her handbag, it was as if it was on fire, trying to burn a hole through the lining and onto her lap. She didn't remember much of the journey home,. Will you build a fire?"Jack built the fire, and he and Becky sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, holding hands and gazing into the flames.Becky said, "This is so nice," and laid her head on her father's shoulder."Very nice," Jack agreed."So, tell me about this lady friend of yours."Jack laughed. "What lady friend?" The one you were talking about on the phone. The one you want to date."When Jack didn't reply, Becky lifted her head and looked at him."Dad? It is Suzanne, isn't it?"She moved. ”Dan gazed at his three girls identically dressed in their new halter tops that barely covered their breasts and short pleated skirts that showed a hint of their ass cheeks.“How long have you two been married?” the salesgirl asked.“Sixteen wonderful, sex-filled years! After all these years together, my husband is an amazing fuck!” Lisa boasted. “I was a teenager in love with Dan when he got me pregnant.”“Dad, can we go now? Hanna and I want to model our new and very sexy bikinis for you then.