.”So, what’s your name?” he asks, thinking that since this is a game, they may as well stretch it out as long as they can.“Paula,” she answe...s. “What’s yours?”“Adam,” he answers. He was prepared to give her a made up name if she asked, thinking she was going to use something other than hers. Clearly it wasn’t needed.“I knew a guy named Adam once,” she says with a laugh. “He was one great fuck.”“Really?” he asks, surprised at the level she was going to. Obviously she had thought this out. It wasn’t a crime, Paul knew that. But it still wasn’t easy, especially at this time of year. Still and all, Paul had been telling himself for two months that he would never trust a woman with his heart again. If he could get through Christmas with that resolve holding, it ought to be easy from now on. Serène — Paul’s lost belle — might well be shacking up with her professor right that minute, but she was back in the rainy, depressing town they’d been living in while he was here! Those many. We exchanged phone numbers, but then for a whole month after I was back within easy reach of him, and several explicit text messages in which he told me he wanted to fuck my tight arse, we still failed to meet.Finally though, we agreed on a Wednesday morning when I didn't have class and he didn't have work. Unfortunately it meant that I had to get up at 7.30 in the morning, but I managed it, taking a shower, dressing in jeans and a jumper rather than my more usual hooded top. I then waiting in. She had kid when she was 18 by another man, and then after they parted she married my step-dad when she was 35 and they decided to adopt instead of having another. Now mom was on the pill the time they were together, but after my dad left us she stopped taking them shortly after because she lost interest in men. And as far I know she has not been with another man since. Now I've seen my dad naked with a morning hard-on and it look to a normal 6 to 61/2 inch dick--- I've heard their bed-room.