But who is the real me? I’m enjoying being sixteen. I’m enjoying my sixteen and seventeen-year-old lovers. I never thought I would when I first go... back. Those lovers, though, don’t put a damper on my attraction for Nanette ... or Sophie or Ms. Levy. Ms. Levy ... Donna ... is twenty-seven. Sophie is thirty. Nanette is forty. When I look at them, I see incredibly attractive young women. I guess V1 is good for something.I’m exhausted and ready for the weekend.“Did you read the review in. “Hello, Sharon. I’m returning your message. It’s Shaun.” There was a moment’s hesitation, “Hello Shaun, I ... I wondered since it’s your last night of leave if you would like to have dinner with me at the flat.“What are you cooking?” he asked in a jocular voice.“I thought pasta, but if you would like something else.”“I love pasta, especially when the chief is a raven-haired beauty.” He could hear her chuckling at the other end of the line.“Pasta it is then, say 8:30. I’m on duty until. Ook dit ding is erg doorzichtig en supervrouwelijkmet allerlei ruches. Het is half twaalf als ik in bed kruip.Ook in bed schieten er nog allerlei gedachten door mijn hoofd. Maar ikkom er niet uit.Ik schrik als onverwachts de deur van mijn kamer opengaat. MevrouwHelga komt binnen.'Ik zal voor morgen nog wat kleding klaar leggen, Roberta. Maar denk eraan, je mag morgen pas kijken wat het is. Afgesproken?'Ik kruip iets dieper onder de lakens en antwoord: 'goed mevrouw Helga.'Ze rommelt een beetje. The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two women sort of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual ventures. It was missionary style only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a competition between the two women. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a.