Now We Get Along Just Fine
When I was nine, my dad got married to this woman he had met during one of his trips. He is a long-haul truck driver and I remember the first time I met her, Lara was her name. Well, she was very pretty. I might have been nine, but I did notice girls and women and Lara was noticeable. She was almost as tall as my father, blond, green eyes, nice boobs that weren't too large, just about right, legs, when you saw her in shorts, that were really gorgeous. Even at nine, I had cataloged all...