Call Me Christy Too
I stood there stunned! My twenty-year-old son had brought home a girlfriend he’d been dating for a while but I’d never met. I didn’t know she was there until breakfast when she appeared from his bedroom in bikini panties and a clinging top. He introduced us, “This is Christy Too. That’s not her real name but the one she wants to use with you.” She spoke up, “I’m sure you’ve figured out why I’m using that name. Your son told me about your secret computer video folder that he’s known about for...