We hadn't spoken about marriage, but the idea was a strong undercurrent in most things we did."Dan?" she asked. I looked at her and smiled. I gave her...no other indication as to what I felt about the subject. She continued to nuzzle against me.The first evening Frieda moved in, we celebrated by having a grand dinner together. Both Linda and Frieda busied themselves in the kitchen, shooing me back to the living room while they prepared the elaborate meal for the evening.We sat at the table, me at. She is in a fashion college so wearing trendy dresses never came as a problem. Dad is always too busy in his business to look what her daughter is wearing and mom had nothing to do with her daughter’s dressing business. In fact she always encourages my sister to look trendy. When she wore those flared mini skirts I never missed a chance to stare at her. She has long legs, completely waxed with firm calves and thighs so chikni, so white, so fleshy that no one on this planet can stop the bulge. The verdict’s still out on her looks. She’s freckled and looks younger than she is, but who knows what she could develop into, maybe her mother. Like her mother she talks a lot but she says weird, immature things that remind you how young she is. Anyway, I leave Ben’s room and close the door mostly behind me. To his knowledge I’m just going to the bathroom. But actually, I take a few steps more and sneak into his parents’ bedroom. The room appears clean and fairly boring – the bed is on the. Could she mean...“Yes, so happens I do. Am I Going to need one?” From her question it was a dumb answer but this was too good to be true. She didn’t ask if I had A condom, but condoms plural. The night was looking up big time.Reaching into the glove box, I got one out. She watched me closely as I rolled it on.“Why is it shaped like that” That funny bell on the end.”“You do know how a guy cums, right?” She nodded her head.“Ok, that little bell at the end fills with my sperm so it doesn’t leak.