So kann jeder Leser, ganz gleichmit welcher Geschichte er auch beginnt, die selben Vorkenntnissehaben.***Prolog***Eigentlich war alles wie immer: Ein ...ypischer Samstag Vormittag.Das "Venice", ein kleines Eiscafe, welches nach 22.00 Uhr auch eineganz passable Szenebar abgab lag am Rande der malerischen Altstadt,direkt neben der Rossmann-Br?cke, dem Markenzeichen des Ortes,welche ?ber einem kleinen Fluss verlief. Wie immer der kleine,runde Tisch in der hintersten, dunkelsten Ecke, direkt neben. “Svetlana is really a nice person. She and I are really friends. We actually enjoy spending time together. She had a boyfriend at the time and she was personally hurt by the accusation. She took to the Internet to deny that story. She had credibility. I mean, uh, half the models you’ll meet are straight up homo. There is no stigma to it. The funny thing is ... well, not funny ‘ha-ha’ but funny ‘weird’...”She stopped again and sighed heavily.“I promised to be honest,” she said to herself before. Duane at first hesitated, and said no, but my old man kept saying hey its cool , its a saturday nite and got some cold ones in the beer fridge. So we headed over.Dad got this going fast, got the beers out in his basement bar, lights low, got a quick game of pool going as well. We could see each of our cocks getting harder in our pants, but dads was sticking out the most. Watching dad rub his cock thru his pants was making me so fucking hot. Duane was eyeing me and noticing my old man. Dad. Playfully she tugged at a nipple causing sheets of pleasure to course through me. Running my hand down her body I found her hot little box and quickly invaded it with my fingers. Our moans were becoming loud and heated through our long kiss. I pulled away from Sarah and offered to wash her long hair and then her body. Running my hands through her hair as I worked the shampoo in was a strange type of joy. I lovingly caressed her silken hair as the water rinsed away the shampoo. After her hair.