A cherry; she doesn’t have a cherry.”
“But you said…”
“I know; she’s still a virgin, but a couple of years ago she was with her cousins at their ranch, riding their horses, and she took a particularly hard bump on the saddle and…no more cherry.”
“Are you kidding? She’s pretty much expecting that and, besides, you’ll have another at bat…slugger.”
“Pounding. Free porn If we went any further, it could be…well…” and she lowered her voice, avoiding Andy’s eyes, “…incest.” The word sounded to Andy like the hiss of a snake, foreboding, threatening, frightening. “Do you remember Oscar Wilde?”
“What? How many guys would love to have that? We can’t deny that, can we?”
“No. Mom and Dad would have left for the cabin by late afternoon, so after dinner…the party could begin.
