I just dont want you giving yourself to him in a way he doesnt deserve. I wont. I promise. Dean, Im not ready for this. Christ. Its been sixth months!... How much more time are you going to need? We were in the backseat of his car, parked near some abandoned playground I hadnt even remembered existed until he brought me there. Dean was on top of me, his body positioned between my legs and most of his weight on my chest, keeping me in place. I didnt like it back there, cramped and impersonal, but. “Are you interested in seeing Georgette again?”“Why? Has she been asking about me?” I nodded my head.“I think she cares about you a lot but...you never call.”“I’m kind of surprised. I thought she’d be glad to see the last of me after our last meeting.”“She was awfully mad at you. That’s for sure. But you did give her some strange feelings that were kind of scary...but she kind of liked. I dunno. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Do you think she’s being a slut?”“I do want to see. Auf den Bildern war ich natuerlich braungebrannt. Und ich hatte diesen gluecklichen, beseelten Ausdruck im Gesicht. Ich sah mir die Reihe der Bilder mit dem Dildo an und war erneut erstaunt, wie einfach dieses riesige Teil zwischen meine geschwollenen, nacktrasierten Schamlippen gedrungen war. Aber ich war ja damals auch bereits 38 gewesen, die Kleine jedoch ... fast musste ich laut lachen.Schnell nahm ich einen weiteren Schluck Prosecco und klickte auf das nächste Bild. Mir gefiel besonders. ”Joey piped up, “Hey, Sara, how goes it?” He was as tall as their father with a mop of unkempt brown hair. He wore overly tight pants and an old Def Leopard t-shirt.“Not bad, not bad. How much school you got left?” They hugged.“Just a week, then I’m as free as you,” he said.She teased, “Not as free as me, young man, you still got a semester after this one.” He rolled his eyes.The house was decorated for Christmas as usual with lights, streamers, and a wonderful tree glowing from the living.