Actually, he had to stop her from stroking when he finished and became quite tender. Perhaps since he did not shrink, she did not realize that he was ...hrough. Six globs of semen decorated her front.As exhausted as he felt, Sean thought it was important to say something. "God, Sarah, did that feel great. Is that something you've wondered about?" I ... I couldn't even imagine. Sometimes I almost went crazy wondering. Was that ... was that a ... a hand job?" Was it ever!" That got a little giggle. Not likely."Yes sir." Mr. Bell was about fifty, with a fringe of gray at the temples and perfect posture. He dressed the part of a southern lawyer and carried himself with the dignity of a southern gentleman.We drove in silence to Mama's Diner. Seriously - Mama's. I remember David Brenner joking that you should never eat at a place named Mama's and never take a waiters suggestion after ten p.m. That joke was on my mind as we walked in and seated ourselves.The place was well worn. There were old. I know I´m safe now.I also know that I´m going to have her again.Parents remain clueless through dinner.Dinner finishes and my secret is still safe.Sister goes upstairs.I watch TV with parents just so that my sis doesn´t get some alone time with them. Just in case.I stay with parents until bedtime.Go to my room, putzing around on computer for an hour.Check out hallway. No lights from parents or sisters room.Check sister´s door.Locked, of course.It´s a cheap door, with a cheap lock.Lock is there. These are Marilyn’s parents, Bob and Harriet Lefleur. Bob, Harriet, this is Nick Papandreas. He owns the Westminster Diner.”“Welcome! It’s nice to meet you! Come, follow me!” He led the way over towards a large round table on the side, and then snapped his fingers at a young man who scurried over. “Get water and have Anastasia come out.”“Sure thing, Uncle Nick.”To Big Bob and Harriet, I said, “Nick’s got more relatives working for him than you two do.”We sat down, and Nick stood there at the.