This secret identity will be something I take to my grave before I tell him I’m that schizo.So, of course, he wanted to know what I’ve been workin... on. Not in a prying way but the kind of “I’ll share something and you share something,” way of getting to know each other better. I told him I was recovering files from a computer that the owner forgot the password to.“You can do that?” he asked.“Yeah. It’s not usually that big a problem if I have access to the computer. Most people don’t actually. If you don’t like this type of erotica please don’t read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story. * Katrina sat on the sofa, the dark haired man that had rescued her leaning back beside her, waiting for her to speak. The hot coffee was warming and filling her empty belly, but not enough. It had been over a day since she. This happened when my brother was away on an official trip. This incident perhaps hurt her ego and she wasn’t into much for some long time. Eventually I got into engineering college and such incidents were avoided by the course of mother nature. But unintentionally her thoughts and how she lured me remained with me. When I came for semestral break she was pregnant. That could be made out of the swaying ass throughout the house. The milkman, gardener, postman, boys in the neighbor all would. Out of curiosity, how big was your bust then?"She smirked, "Humm... at 14? I was only a 34 c. What do you mean 'lonely evening fantasy?'"I shifted in my seat, "Um, you know, things to think about when the only date I have is my right hand."She laughed and said, "I had NO IDEA, you have ever thought of me in that way."I said, "Truth or Dare?" Truth," she said as she slowly waved her bent leg back and forth slowly exposing more and more of her panties to me.I asked, "So, when did your crush on me.