Twenty years have passed. Thomas was now 52, I was 42, and Heather was in her sophomore year in college. She grew up and resembled Thomas's family: Her skin was whitish, Scandinavian type. Her face was very pretty, and her body was on the slim side. She was smiley, sociable, and a good student.

We talked often about her relationships, and I realized that even in that regard, she was her father's daughter. Up to now, Heather had 4 boyfriends, and she did have sex with 2 of them. She complained to me guys were perverts and wished her to swallow their cum, be penetrated from behind like a dog,...