And afterwards I simply could not go thru with it, so I thought to myself, it can wait, next time I will. It had happened every time. In the end I had...to use rage to make it happen. I stumbled on an opportunity when she was accusing me of not being honest, of lying to her, - which of course I was, but rage is part of my self-defence tool box and I used it. And it was over, finally. Or so I thought. Immediately after this final argument I went over to Lara and slept in her arms that night. And. Her hair was red and her skin pale, so it was probably her real color. It had also been enhanced, that hair color didn't come for God. It was to vibrant and there was a more natural color showing on her roots.She could have gotten her outfit from my bag. She wore a tee shirt and jeans. Well she did have to wear a bra. She was much better endowed than me. Where I wore military style boots or running shoes, she wore leather slip ons. Her clothes fit really well, which led me to believe she came. “Submit,” it demanded of her. But she pressed back her resistance, fighting back with mouth, with tongue, even with lip covered teeth, accepting the cock in her mouth, but only on her terms. Her fingers twisted in his jeans for leverage. His face was tight now, just like the muscles in his legs. He was so close, and she would win. She would take what she wanted, triumphant. But he tightened his hold on her hair, denying her further access. Pulling her away, he raised her up and kissed her. For a second or two, we sat quietly eating, looking at each other, not saying anything. Then I said, “How about we make a deal?”“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable living here with me, so I’ll wear my shorts when you’re home. Of course, when you’re in school, I’ll be naked. And when you are here, I’ll be naked in my bedroom, my office, and the bathroom”, I added.She got up and gave me a big hug. “I love you, Uncle Bob,” she said smiling and added, “It’s a deal.”After breakfast, we didn’t.