. toned arms, a hardened six-pack, the notorious V trailing from his stomach, the happy trail of light brown hair. . . I can feel myself grow wet at ...he thought, making it even easier to slip one of my fingers inside. I gasp. God, it’s been way too long. My mind wanders back to Kaleb as my fingers slowly pump in and out. His lips crush down on mine, his hands run across my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. I imagine the way he grabs my hips, pulling me towards him. My fingers rub. When I say it that way, it sounds bad. It was not one sided. I learned a lot of things about sex, women, the club scene and politics. Always the politics. Veronica was a master of offering you three ways to make her life better. She could make you grateful for having a choice. Fortunately for me, she was not the Mistress of choices. That might have ended more badly.I was an intern for my thesis research. Time with Veronica was like a second internship. Of the two, Roni taught me more. My. ”“You did! What did you do? Can I see it? You didn’t fuck him did you?”“Slow down, slow down. Yes, you can watch it, and yes, I did fuck him. You can, too, if you want to.”“You did? You actually fucked your father and didn’t even say a word until now?”“When have you let me say anything?” Yeah. I fucked him. I got up on the bed and straddled his prick and let it sink all the way into my pussy. It hurt a lot at first, but then it really started to feel good.”“Wait! I’ve got to absorb all this.. Later that day we talked about what he saw and his future plans and other stuff, normal to others but new to me after a yearlong of isolation. Not really isolation but one can run out of things to talk about when there’s only two of you, maybe that’s why people prefer kids. Maybe.After getting home, I went to shower and I heard a knock on the door, not the bedroom door but the bathroom one.I was scared at first, used to being alone but later came to my senses and shouted over the sound of the.