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 s*x with 2 of them. She complained to me guys were perverts and wished her to swallow their c*m, be penetrated from behind like a dog, and one even dared to suggest using her anus. When she first told me those stories, I attempted to calm her, telling her that different s*x positions and styles were not necessarily bad things. If she
