1. Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 04


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Author: JoeBlogs616, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    If you have any talent for bullshitting, there are some torpedoes you can see coming and prepare for them with a little well-intentioned manipulation. Evil questions like 'Do these pants make my ass look fat?' or 'Do you think that girl's hot?' can be deflected with a casual compliment to the fine derriere of the former, or the snarky comment about dime-a-dozen looks to the latter, because unless she's really looking for a fight, she'll accept the validation. That's what Jahn liked to tell himself, anyway, because the rule had always seemed to apply with his ex. Fiona had dropped a similar grenade on him, anxiously asking after their second time together whether he thought her breasts were too small. He liked her tits just fine, in fact: dark-nippled and delightful domes of flesh that gave her womanly curves even if they didn't seem to satisfy whatever inferiority she felt towards her sister's far larger rack. Blue-sky lob, that throw was, and he'd managed to cover his ass by asking what she thought of Reanna Chevriez's figure. Inspired remark, it turned out, as they both knew she had a girl-crush on the songstress, a tall, dark and beautiful woman.... who just happened to be flat as a board. He supposed that could come back to haunt him if she really wanted to make an issue of it, but she'd laughed and let it lie. There was no such inspiration for Jenny's question. What were he and her father saying about her and Fiona? Jahn couldn't very well lie about it. Jen had been ...
    standing right behind him while they were talking, and while he'd done some beating around the bush in an attempt at being circumspect, the inference was clear. So he told her, attempting to explain why he'd responded to her father the way he had, why he'd given the man that much information. Truth or not, it wasn't what she wanted to hear. Glancing at his girlfriend from the corner of his eye while driving, he could see the pale skin of that pretty face darkening, and knew it wasn't a blush but real anger. Directed where? No illusions: choice curses peppered between a stream of 'How could you?' and 'That's my father you were talking to!' made it clear that he was the target. Closest they'd gotten to fighting, and he couldn't really defend himself, because while he might have the truth on his side, it sure didn't feel righteous. Pulling the Taurus onto an off-exit, he found a place to park and turned to her. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? It's not an excuse, but I couldn't think of the right thing to say, and I'll admit – he was pissing me off, the way he talked about Fiona. You said he's racist, I get that. But for fuck's sake..." Long blonde locks fell forward as Jenny ducked her head, and it took him a moment to realize that she was crying. Reaching out, a hand on hers, he waited for her to subside. When the tears had finally ceased, she said, "I love them both, but Daddy always hated her so much. I used to try and tell myself that it was just because she wasn't his daughter, but I ...
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