Looking down at the ground she asked slowly, “Is it weird that I think Ryan is hot, even though he looks like dad?”I moved to put my bag down as I...hesitated for how I wanted to approach this topic with her. Buying time to gather my thoughts, I started saying, “Welll…” and thought, I don’t want to encourage unhealthy ideas... but I don’t want to shame her either.After a brief moment I realized what I felt deep down and responded. “….not at all honey. It is totally natural to feel that way.” She. She looked around the garden, checking the locations, making some alternative suggestions, and making sure that access would be sufficient for their workers. Eventually we wondered back over to the paved patio as we talked about gardening. When I mentioned to her that I had always wanted a vegetable garden, she said that she'd be happy to get me started.She seemed like a genuinely pleasant girl, and as we chatted some more, I learned that she had been working in the garden centre, which was the. I’m back home from my trip. I met you on the street on your way home from class. I played with you against the hall mirror. We had supper together and talked and laughed and kissed over desert. You are on top of me. I am on my back. There’s a fire in the bedroom fireplace. We are in my bed – the old high curtained four-poster. You are panting. You are lovely. My finger is gently stroking your clitoris as you straddle me. The flame’s glow reveals your dark ravishing beauty swaying slightly. Both of them were in heat. The odor was really strong as, it seemed, both of their cycle coincided. I was heading upstairs when I began to detect another scent. It was thick and musky. It was coming from me! Oh no! I thought. Now I'm going to start smelling like an old man. A lump started forming in my throat and I thought I was going to start crying. I continued upstairs and passed Abigail in the hall. I know she smelled me because she gave me a really weird look. I ignored her, went into my.