Did swim for a while and she went up first, grabbed the bathrobe and said bye bye, before she left. Then suddenly I thought, how the hell shall we get...back home, as we only have the bikes, nothing to put on, not even a towel. Not much to do, as we sat on the bikes and started to go as quick as we could back home. It went well and no one came and saw us, and it was a relif entering our yard. We got inside and in to our rooms fråor dressing up again. The day went on and later we played some cards. "⦁ I wasn't interested in her crazy project, whatever it was.⦁ I didn't know what she was talking about till much later. Except for my boobs, which, even when I was thirteen, were enormous compared to Manet's model, I did look a lot like her. Later in my life, when I was singing at a club. I would sometimes go out of my way to emphasize that "Olympia " look, just to startle people.⦁ "You really have enlarged breasts for such a girl, Sylvia, may I touch?'"No!"⦁ "Okay, okay, don't get so touchy.. "Shock overcomes me, I can't help but say, "W-w-what? How did you do that?"My mom laughs and whispers in my ear, "You father knows the female body better than anyone alive. You never stood a chance in the first place, and should prepare yourself on getting knocked up."Sweat trickles down my face, as I certainly didn't expect this and definitely don’t want to get pregnant. "B-b-but, that was unfair. You cheated, Daddy!"My dad chuckles at your reaction, and says, "I'll tell you what. Since you. I was famished like hell now, I went back to the car, took a drink or two, didn’t care to even get ready for formality, I want to be in that flow, took a cigar of his, smoked contently, this was the space I was loving, silence after a good fuck, he was getting dressed, I cared less, and dozed off, he took me to his farmhouse, he tried to wake me up, I didn’t respond, all I remember next was I was sleeping in a huge bedroom of his, which was king size.I woke up at almost 4 in the evening, I.