”Louise giggled again, “You write erotica?”“No, but I’d have to, even if I made it a love story.”As they passed through the wooden gate an... moved onto the path along the river bank, Louise stopped and turned into him, “You made it into a love story at about four thirty this morning. Any regrets?”Mark gave her a teasing grin, as he looked down into her gorgeous blue eyes, “Did I?”“You said loud and clear that you loved me — or should I say, ‘you grunted’?”“And you didn’t respond.”Another giggle,. Connie seemed to be trying to showoff her body to me and it was working. Connie is about 5’ 10” and has skinny girl tittys. They sit up nice and high and are about a 38C. She has a flat stomach from working out and her ass is not flat but it is not as round as mine. When she turned around, I was amazed at her Kitty Kat (the nickname that I picked up from my Mom). Not a strand of hair and as smooth as silk. I tried to look away but I was in a trance. What she did next floored me. She patted her. "At eighteen they are allowed to search for their biological parents, assuming the adoption was legal, and they are aware of their adoption." He shook his head sadly. "Unfortunately, forty years ago the adoptive laws were not only more lax than today but were often completely ignored." Would Hodge know he was adopted?" I asked."It would depend on the circumstances of his adoption, whether carried out legally, or by a family covering up the transgressions of a daughter, or indeed of a mother.". "What? That I…..! I let my voice trail off, mockingher, and shook my head. I offered her a shrug. "Not at this time of year, Julie.Except…" She looked up expectantly, "There is always the exotic dancing!" Shecouldn't hide the disappointment or the disgust. Dancing with just tiny knickerson, and sometimes not even that, on top of a bar or in a disco cage. One stepfrom the back room shows for money thrown in the ring, where pseudo lesbianstuff and Coke-bottle masturbation took place. I grinned at.