ANDREA
I was having too many conflicted emotions. Diego, that was his name. How come he was Fred's father? How come this whole thing is happening? I'm trying to keep my thoughts and self in place but it seems almost impossible. This whole thing is making me more perplexed and uncomfortable than I thought it would.
When Diego kissed my hands, it was meant to be a greeting but I just imagined him kissing me down to my t**s. His full firm lips would fit my t**s perfectly. Oh f**k, I needed get it together at that point.
I was trying hard to keep the tension within me in place but it was still so palpable. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone noticed. With Diego opposite me, it was like an impossible mission.
I wasn't really concerned about what Fred's mother said. To me, she was just look
