I try to tell them that they will always be my parents and that I will love them forever, but that I need to know where I came from. They'll come arou...d, but it's a difficult discussion with them."We stopped in the kitchen for some breakfast where I asked, "What do you know about the girls' friend who was killed?" Jules and Katie know Cindy's parents who are still ashamed that Cindy liked girls more than guys. They also know that Cindy was also adopted, so we need to dig a little deeper. We. What about the..." I'm Dorothy, Dad! Isn't it obvious?" Well, yeah Honey. It's obvious that you're Dorothy. But..." But what?" Well, isn't that dress about ... I don't know ... twelve inches too short?"Ashlyn gave her father "the look," complete with a dramatic eyeroll. The look that said, "Dad, how clueless are you?" What, Dad?" What, Dad?" Phil repeated. "What ... is up with the dress? And where ... do you think you're going dressed like that?" Really, Dad?" she replied. "This is nothing.. Each night he jerked off to the pictures she sent him. These pictures of her body parts were taken by her some other boyfriend. The pictures of the same body parts, he used to caress, kiss and hold dear. Most especially the picture of Yolanda with her favorite double dildo, working her cunt and the ass both. He knew, what a pity! In spite of his interest in anal, he was never really able to work his cock to go up in her ass mostly because he imagined everything to be too tight for his width.. .. things."I thought I saw a look of relief quickly pass. It was just as well. I didn't have any strong feelings about her one way or the other any more. It was a shame. She was a very attractive woman, perhaps even more beautiful than she was eight years ago.We sat and talked about mutual friends from the past and I felt comfortable with just conversation. My anger had vanished, and I was happy that there were no complications between us. We could be friends, I thought.Tomorrow was a work day.