Okay. Fuck it

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Wow, that was a very close result. But one that I am very happy with, considering how much fun I had writing this chapter. There will be lots of pictures of Jasmine and below the chapter I ask the question whether I should publish more of them. I also have to say that I'm not sure whether I even got over the soft intensity, I was so in the flow, but I hope you like the chapter about Jasmine as much as I did.

And I was finally able to add the picture of Bella. Please tell me at the end whether I did justice to her character and whether you are satisfied with the way I treated her.

Just a bit of rambling here. Feel free to skip to the chapter. :)

In fact, I have long had the strong suspicion that I am subject to a kind of cycle as an author. I have no idea whether this is related to my suspected Asperger's (which I can't guarantee I have) or whether it is completely normal for everyone. But I have three phases. A creative one, a depressive one and a lazy one. They all last about the same length, always a few weeks. First comes the lazy phase in which I don't really have many ideas for writing but I still try. This inevitably leads to the depressive phase in which I think what I'm writing is pure crap and I should stop. And then, like today, comes a chapter that I'm doing well (by my standards) and starts the creative phase in which I can't wait to write Lisa, but still have so many ideas for Jasmine, Tammy, Rose and Michelle. As I said, maybe that's completely normal and maybe I'm using the word depressive and creative too loosely. But lazy fits really well, trust me on that. ;) I don't want to evoke any emotions with it. I just have a strong feeling that it's easy to see in which phase I wrote which chapter, but when I read it I don't see any major differences.

It is also important that this story is the first in which the phases are not quite so **** and the "creative" phase is longer than the others. That's interesting for me and that's why I'm writing this. I can only assume that it's because of the readers' comments, but also (again no hard feelings) because of the donations on Ko-Fi, which show me that I can actually do something good for some people. That's encouraging. Anyway, I just wanted to say that briefly (or at length).

Now, please enjoy...

Chapter 47

The moment Bella leans so far over her plate of salad from laughing that her glasses almost fall off the tip of her wrinkled nose is burned into my brain, as the moment I decide that I really, really, like really like Bella. Not second date, not even third date, but six hundredth date like. Not first, second or third base but, like, all the bases. Forever. Her large breasts press against the table and I can only hope that Heather doesn't notice the looks I secretly throw at her big sister. When she stands up again, breathing wildly, almost hysterical but in a sweet way that only girls can, I am really proud.

Yes, proud of myself for managing not to let my looks communicate too obviously that I want to stick my face between her breasts and motorboat her all the time. Above all, I am proud of myself for freeing Bella from the obvious nervousness that she has felt since the first moment with me. I like her teasing behavior. A life of humiliation and neglect has made me strong in enduring mockery, but what Bella does to me can only be described as friendly banter, even though she certainly sees it differently and is perhaps even ashamed of it. No reason for that. Because I am even more proud of Bella than of myself.

The girl managed to find joy with me, to make something good out of something bad as far as her nervous feelings are concerned. She stuck with it and deserves a nice evening, even though her dad scared me almost to ****.

And of course the MCD vibrated when Heather was with me long enough or close enough or intense enough. Now I can activate her too.

But that may not happen.

Because I have an obligation to this funny, sweet, loyal, intelligent and social laughing her cute nose of person in front of me who is just pushing her glasses up again, looking at me with moist eyes and holding her stomach.

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“How does it taste?” I ask and remember that I have a piece of meat between my teeth. Meat is piled high on the plate in front of me, a tempting river of sauce on top, fried onions and two layers of tapas next to it. More than I can eat, but that was the plan ever since I noticed what Bella was ordering. Admittedly, I had to smile when she ordered the salad that filled the bowl in front of her and I had to think about the MCD and her path. While we enjoy our meal, I have enough time to imagine what it means for her, but also for me, when she becomes a Human Cow. It doesn't help but with her appearance, her beautiful, magnificent, large breasts, I first thought about how they would fill with milk. But that didn't last long and now I'm not so sure whether the MCD didn't choose her psyche rather than her body to send her down this path. As Rose told me, Bella seems to be sweet, social and above all, peaceful. Even when she's nervous, she can't sting me with even her most caustic humor, and what I see of her, her laughter, her grins, her chuckles...

She would certainly make a wonderful cow girlfriend.

While I decide that I really, like god fucking damn really like Bella, we share this brief moment of awkward silence and I almost have to laugh.

"Well..." Bella mumbles, poking at her salad. "It tastes fantastic... but..."

"Oh come here," I groan, grab my plate and push some of the... thank God it's pork... onto her plate. The look she gives me is shy, a little embarrassed, but above all grateful.

"Thank you..."

A fantastic girlfriend.

"And what about you?" She looks at me, recognizes my frown. I also have a brief but intense moment of doubt.

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In any world, the world I have lived in so far, this would have been the happiest moment. Bella Taubner is interested in me!

But in this world, the world I have created with the MCD, she is not the only one.

There are also Rose, Michelle, Tammy, Jasmine, Lisa, the volleyball bitches and Sage and Sofia. With some of them I just want to play, even if I don't want to hurt them. I still have to find common ground with others. Others... are incredibly important to me.

And Rose... I love Rose.

And I now feel the same burgeoning feeling of warmth and giddy excitement for Bella.

In this world, if, if Bella gives me marriage and trust, she will not stand alone by my side.

I would love to say it is the MCD that unites us all. But no. Rose was right. Of course.

I am.

And I will not let Bella do or decide something that she would later regret.

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“It’s the same with Tammy,” I finally say, lifting my eyes from her salad and looking into her sweet dark eyes. “She always wants one thing first and then decides on the other.” I grin encouragingly but Bella senses that something is different.

“I can give it back to you,” she suggests eagerly but I raise my hand.

“Absolutely not Bella.” She looks at me cautiously. “I want it that way,” I say and put even more warmth into my voice. She has tried so hard to please me, she is such a great person. And that is exactly why I have to tell her how it will go. "Tammy and I didn't get along for most of our lives," I continue my explanations with which I have already laid the groundwork earlier. "The way she is now is good for her. But Bella." I take a deep breath and ask myself whether what I am doing is really sensible. So far, honesty has never really led to success when I have been on dates. The girls always wanted to be lied to, at least about the important things. But I was always the gentleman who told the truth so that they could decide freely. Decide against me.

And this time too, I will let Bella choose. Probably against me.

"In her heart, Tammy is still a silly but god damn sweet little girl who needs me, you understand?" The girl, salad on her fork and a piece of meat, looks at me, waits, and keeps her eyes on mine. "And Jasmine. God, she loses herself in her work. I notice every day that she is unhappy and even though she can be a monster, I feel connected to her in a way that we cannot break lightly. Mom needs me too, even if she doesn't realize it yet, but she needs someone to guide her through life and I'm the man of the house. Do you understand? My family needs me."

"Of course," Bella says, but sounds hesitant. "It must have been hard for all of them. But Finn." And as she moves her hand across the table and takes mine, I know that I might have a minute left, maybe a little more if I try harder. Then I'll fall in love with her.

Then I'll love Rose and Bella.

"You deserve to be that man, I think."

Fuck. Forget about the minute.

"And I see that you want it. And... And that's okay with me. For real. I know how close a family can be, mine is too... Except for Heather but... well... her too." She rolls her eyes but smiles. "I'm not going to take you away from your family."

So she made a mistake too.

Fuck first dates. Fuck second and third.

I have a girlfriend.

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And a girlfriend deserves the best Finn Lynchwood.

I take her hand. We both smile.

I have the stupidest fucking timing in the world.

"There are other people in my life, Bella."

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"Okay that... phew..." Now Bella doesn't look at me but concentrates on her salad and the meat in it. And I almost puke on my plate, so nervous I am. "Lisa is the one I always see you with?" she asks without looking at me, then she puts the salad and the meat in her mouth and chews, hesitates and chews some more. "Best friend." Something in her voice tells me what she thinks of it. It's not a question. She knows that it's not quite what it seems.

"She's so shy... I can't let her down. That would destroy her."

"And I think I've already seen Sage and Sofia... They don't seem to get along well."

"Sofia is on her way to becoming good friends and Sage deserves to..."

"Just like Lisa deserves it," Bella interrupts me again. Not out of an angry reflex though. She doesn't look at me, she's deep in thought. "Okay," she finally says. And then nothing more.

"Okay?" I ask, my voice brittle and unsure.

"Fuck it." And then she looks at me. "I'm embarrassed now."

"You don't have to be," I say and look into her eyes. Either I'm stupid or I see... Affection? That... can't be. "I wouldn't expect a girl like you to be less than fully satisfied with me. And I'd like to offer you more. But it is as I say. I have responsibility in my life, perhaps for the first time ever, and I don't want to endanger or hurt the people who trust me and depend on me, even those who don't like me. And besides..."

"That's not what I mean."

And she takes my hand again as she interrupts me again. And again I listen to her, again I notice her and again, I respect her.

And again she laughs. Liberated. Happy. And awkward.

Then she leand back, folds her hands and smiles at me.

"I don't know what it is," she says. "Dad would kill me if he saw me like this... but... Finn..." And then it's as if every knot that has built up inside me over the 21 years of my life is released. "Can you take the meat back? The salad is enough for me."

And then she laughs again. She's laughing at me. Because I'm making such a stupid face.

But again I don't care and again I don't feel any negative feelings when I see her face, which looks so beautiful when she's happy.

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"I'm kind of embarrassed now," she finally admits, clean salad in front of her and a mountain of meat in front of me. But she really seems to enjoy it.

Bella Taubner +1 (PS -67)

"It doesn't have to be that way. You just prefer salad."

"No. So... Yes... But... You ordered it for me especially and... I actually like meat... But..." But it's not the meat that's bothering her, I can see that myself. And finally she finds the words. "Will you take care of me as much as you do of those other girls?"

"Yes. As long as I live you will..."

"And will I always be able to trust you?"

"Yes." Then she eats her salad.

"Okay." Then she lowers her fork. "Fuck it." And lifts the meat to her mouth.

"What..."

"I'm not going to sit here and ignore your kind gesture just because I suddenly don't eat meat anymore." Laughing, she puts a fork in her mouth and I can't help but grab the plate and pull it back towards me.

"Forget it," I answer and our laughter fills the restaurant. Somewhere her father must see how happy I'm making Bella and lowers his knife. In any case, Heather grins at me from a neighboring table. "I ordered the meat and..."

"Don't start a fight with your girlfriend on our first date," Bella warns me with a steely expression and I immediately let go and hold up my hands in surrender.

"Wait..." I only realize it now. "Girlfriend?" Bella, her mouth full of pork, grins at me, chewing, triumphant, happy. "Well... Fuck it." I lean forward, hold her bulging cheek and pull her towards me.

Our first kiss tastes of salad and meat.

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"I'm back!" I announce. "Hmm..." I don't want to say that I demand it, but I miss the wild screaming and the fiery embrace from Tammy when she doesn't fly towards me to greet me. Instead, I hear nothing as I close the door behind me and kick off my shoes. It's no luck that they land exactly where they fit neatly into the place intended for my shoes without me having to make much of an effort.

Lynchwood Home. +1 (PS -94)

'Thanks' I mouth and give my home a thumbs up. As crazy as it may be, I'm starting to get used to it. I also notice that Tammy and Rose's shoes are missing. So I'm left alone and count what's left of Rania's One Grand after my date. At some point I have to thank her, maybe with a passionate fuck and a new goal for her obsession. I've already thought of something. But as I put my wallet back in my pants I hear a strange clicking sound getting closer and closer.

"HubFinn! Welcome back!"

I'm amazed when I see my big sister in the dress she wore to the ball the last time her lay firm won a big case. Now she's wearing it here, in my house. For me.

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS +12)

And she almost gave herself away. She comes tottering towards me on her red high heels, her slim figure wrapped in the tight dress, her hair neat, light make-up and the two magnificent specimens of bulging tits presented in a wonderful show of cleavage.

"I missed you! Welcome home!" But her words sound recited. Apart from her progress score, she is also far behind her baby sister in terms of acceptance of her stepford path. At least she takes my jacket and hangs it on the hook. Then she accompanies me inside. "The food is ready and..."

"You cooked in that outfit?" Poore Jasmine stares at me and doesn't know what to say.

"I... I changed after finishing. I... wanted to look good... for you? Was that a mistake?" But I shake my head.

"You look good," I praise her and notice how she presses her lips together, just like her knees under the red fabric. "I hope supper is as tasty as my little house woman, eh?"

"Y-Yes I... I hope and..." But I'm already moving towards the dining room and hear Jasmine swaying quickly behind me. Then she overtakes me, reaches the chair at the head of the table first, pulls it back and waits until I'm sitting down.

And then she leans forward and kisses me on the cheek, quickly and hurriedly. A reflex, carried out before she realizes that she has kissed her little brother. She turns away quickly. But not quickly enough.

"Ah!"

My hand lands loudly on her perfect bottom, which I have already become so close to, and almost causes her to fall over. She can barely hold on to the table and I can see her heavy breathing. Not because of the spanking. She's massively turned on.

"Where are my sisters?" I ask, looking at the feast in front of me. It's just a shame that I'm not hungry. More for Tammy and Rose.

"Rose took Tammy shopping," Jasmine explains, straightening up. "Afterwards they wanted to go to a bar. Sister talk, Rose said." That's good news. I'm glad that the two of them are getting along so well now. Then Jasmine turns to me, her voice full of affection. "I-I gave Rose money for that. Was... Was that okay hu... Finn?" She's so close to breaking but so, so proud. I nod and poke around at my food that must have taken half a day to prepare.

"How was your work?" I ask and remember that Jasmine has never asked me this question in her life. Maybe I'll make a better husband than I thought.

"I wasn't there." Ice in her voice. Still. At PS +12. You still have a long way to go, Sister. But I still ask her why. After all, we still need her income until I've got something of my own going. "I was here. All day." At first I think it's anger, but she's too confused for that. "I've been cooking and cleaning for you all day. The house is clean so you feel comfortable." But her words aren't friendly either. "I put myself entirely at your service. I don't have a life anymore. Everything is just about you and your life and your happiness and what you want.” She looks defiantly into my eyes as I stand up. Admirable. She hasn’t given up yet, even though she already suspects it’s too late. But I have my ways and means.

“And how do you feel about that?” I step close to her and put my hand on the expensive fabric of her dress. “You dress sexy for me. You cook for me. You clean for me.” She doesn’t move away and lets me touch her, but turns her head away as I get closer to her. “You obey me,” I continue. “Every order I give you.” Then I grab her jaw and **** her to look at me. “And you love it. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

Jasmine Lynchwood. +2 (PS +14)

Forces Honesty.

"Then tell the truth and stop lying to both of us." With that, I let go of her jaw. Her butt rests on the edge of the table, dangerously close to the food. But I don't care if she soils her dress. She won't be wearing it for much longer.

"I... I can't..." she stutters. "You're my brother. Finn... please... Please don't make me say it... please... Please let mehmpf..."

Jasmine is the second woman I kiss today. Her skin smells of expensive perfume and cooking fat. And she returns the kiss. Words or not, Jasmine Lynchwood is my little housewife and can no longer fight the urge I ignite in her whenever she does domestic duties for me. Everytime I order her around, she gets weak knees and a wet cunt. Every time she is bombarded with hormones and lust, whenever she obeys me. So she lets losse as the dam breaks.

She raises her hands, puts them on my head and presses her perfect body, wrapped in expensive fabric like a present, against me. Her breasts press against me just like her lips and then I feel her tongue on them. My tongue greets her at the front door and then plunges it into her mouth, follows her and wrestles her to the ground, subduing first her tongue, then the whole woman. Jasmine moans wantonly. Her hair is perfect but her fingers ruffle mine as she loses control of herself. She loses the fight and wins something far more valuable as she wraps her arms around me, moaning. Now I grab her head and kiss her, wrestle her down and sit her on the table, brown sauce running down her dress. We don't care.

"I love dressing sexy for you," she moans as I slide my hands under her dress. She's wearing lingery underneath but my hands are nimble and I immediately feel the hardness of her nipples on her soft tits. "God! Fuck I love it Finn. I finger fuck myself for hours, thinking of you, obeying you. Fuck yes! Every time you order me around I get wet and needy. God I'm so needy brother! Needy for you! God I need you to take me, control me, own me. Please. Fuck!” I slip the dress off her shoulders and pounce on her tits. She wraps her legs around my body, loses one of her shoes and strokes my head while I suck her titflesh into my mouth. “God take me brother! I can’t take it anymore. Take me and fuck me! It’s all I can think about. Please. Oh God please…”

Like a husband with his wife, I carry her over the threshold of her bedroom.

To consummate our marriage.

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“Do you like me?” Turns out Jasmine has even more pretty little red dresses. “Please tell me you like me. It feels so good when you like me.”

“I like it.”

"Hnnnnah..." Physical satisfaction permeates my sister.

"Now loose it."

"Okay."

"Sexy."

"Yes brother." I quickly approach Jasmine, who is lounging on the bed in front of me. We will fuck in her room. More space. I also want Tammy and Rose with me tonight, in a clean bed and with a pillow under my head. But now I put my hand on her neck and squeeze, very lightly, just hard enough so that she understands who she belongs to. "You were a miserable big sister," I growl and she nods eagerly at me.

"'horryh" she squeals.

"From now on, you're my woman, understand?" Another nod, mixed with a hoarse moan as her eyes begin to roll in her head. Then I step back. "Strip for me wifey."

With her hands on her breasts, Jasmine strokes her body for me. Her smile is still shy but mischievous as she shows me her body, finally acepting her fate.

“This is all yours, hubby,” she whispers and moves like flowing water. “God why did it take me so long? Please own me hubby.”

“Get naked” I order.

“Does my little brother want to see his big sister naked?” she asks while losing a strap of her dress. I can see she want's to make it sexy, and in some way she manages, but in another way, she is **** to finally get fucked by her husband. “Do you want to see my tits?”

“I want to see what I own” I growl and rip of my shirt. When the fabric peals back, I see my sister holding her round mounts for me.

"They're yours too, husband. You own them. I bet you liked sucking on them. I liked it as well. You're so good to me.

"Show me the rest I own." No time to waste. I want to fuck and...

My god she can be so beautiful when she is nice and obedient.

“Yes Sir.” With that, I watch as my big sister willingly undresses herself in front of me.

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“What do you say, Sir?” she asks a short time later, leaning back and giving me the perfect look. “You like my body? It’s yours Sir. All of it. My body belongs to you.” With that, she sits back, leans against the wall and spreads her legs.

“Please look at my pussy. It’s so good and wet for you Sir.”

"No no no" I warn her. "Try again wifey. Who's pussy is that?"

"Yours! I'm so sorry hubby! It's your pussy! It's belongs only to you like everything else of me!"

"Perfect" I say and she shudders under my words. "A perfect wifes. Now fuck yourself. make yourself ready for me."

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"Oh God Sir... hubby... yes... please look at me... look at your little wifey pleasureing herself for you." And I am only too happy to do so. Fuck Jasmine is beautiful. Her labia wiggle and contract under the quick movements of her finger as she works on her clit and massages her breasts, only concerned to look good and sexy for me. "Please look at my tits Sir" she breathes. "Please I hope my body is to your liking. My tits are so big and round for you to fuck and my pussy is open and ready whenever you want it. God Sir... Finn... Hubby! God it feels so good. I don't want to fight anymore. You won. Hunrrrgh... I surrender. You are the man of the house and I don't care what you do to me. I don't care what you do to my... ha... sisters or mom. Just... please hubby... own me and... ha... fuck me..."

"Keep readying yourself wifey" I order. "And say goodbye to Jasmine, my big sister."

"Bye bye Jasmine you bitch."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +8 (PS +22)

Her laugh is not at all hysterical as I expected. She is content to give up and lose herself in the persona of my domesticated tame and sexy little housewife. And I will gratefully accept her with all the strict tenderness she deserves. With my hand on my cock, I watch as my little wifey fucks herself stupid and docile for me.

"From now on you will be my obedient, stupid wifey, understood?"

"Yes Hubby! Obedient... stupid... WIFEY!" Her perlvis twitches upwards as if she were magnetically attracted to my cock while her fingers knead her tits for me. "The best wifey you could wish for! I promise! Good and... ah... obediand and... Husband!"

"You will do everything I say. And you will love every order I give you."

"Yes husband! Whatever you say Husband! I belong to you! I belong to my husband!"

"You will cook for me, clean for me, perform for me whenever, however and wherever I say it."

"Yes! Your good litte fuck wife husband!"

"We will see" I grin devilishly. "Because when you fail in your tasks... what will happen then?" But Jasmine passes this test too.

"I'm a wifey and you punish me Sir! Punish me and make... ah... me better Sir! Husband knows best Sir!"

"Exactly." And while her finger glide over her snatch as if she wants to incendiate her cunt juices, she looks at me with pleading eyes and a look that saysand... Defenitly. She's in love with me. Okay, fuck it.

"I want to be perfect for you Sir."

Jasmine Lynchwood. +3 (PS +25)

And I believe her.

Jasmine puts aside all her shame and pulls her labia apart and upwards. I have to make an effort, as I'm just about to undress, but she gets up and comes to me on her knees on the bed,

"Let me help you, Sir" she moans. "Let your woman undress you." Finally, I'm naked too. My cock is pointing at Jasmine like a raging beast and the poor (actually she can count herself lucky) girl will feel the pressure that she and Bella have built up today. But first I ask her something.

"Be honest. What do you want to be for me?" Jasmine stands against the wall and steps back from me. One last resistance before she raises the white flag.

She nervously covers the opening that I know so well with her hand, but it doesn't help. She has gone too far, has done too many things that she can't take back.

"I will do good things to my wifey if she behaves like a good girl. No bad big sister anymore. Let her in the past. Your my wife now. So, what do you want?"

She is actually scared of her answer. But she isn't any longer the strong independent mean woman she was before. In front of me covers a small little dociele housewife who is completly dependent on my, my guidance and my cock. And she loves it. She loves the trust I fucked into her. She loves that she hasn't any controll anymore. And she fucking loves that I **** her to become the wife she is right now.

"I want to be your wife, Sir," she says meekly, looking pleadingly into my eyes. "I was such a disappointing big sister. A failure. But... as your wife..." She gets on her knees and comes back to me. "I will be so good to you, Sir. Brother. Husband. Please let me be your wife. I... I can't think straight. All these thoughts and... desires..." Her hands clasp in prayer before me, smashing her tits between them. "It feels so... right. Here, below you, on my knees, that's where I belong." And then she starts kissing me. My stomach, my thighs, just above my cock. "Please take me out of my job and make me your wife. Please husband... marry me..."

"Okay," I say. "Fuck it." With that, I push her onto her knees, take her head in my hands and press it against my cock. Instinctively, happily, Jamsine opens her mouth and then I fuck her thorat. "Suck my dick and become my wife."

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Message from the author:

Wow, lots of photos for Jasmine. And there are a ton more of them. I think I'll take a set of photos for (almost) every sex scene with her to decorate the respective chapter. Also, in the next chapter, Finn will start activating choice of dress for his girls so that I can finally write Lisa and her neon pink adventures. But when I was looking for a suitable set for Jasmine, it became clear to me that it also applies to her.

As far as her mindset goes, she has finally got it and knows where she stands. Finn can now start to cultivate her as his sweet dumb little wifey. That won't always be easy.

At some point there will definitely be a pregnancy poll and I still have to think of something for the wedding that will take place at some point. Not necessarily with Jasmine. There's also Bella and... other girls. Oh fuck, I think we all know that I want to marry Lisa to him too.

And I might actually be able to do that this time. All three, I mean. The MCD will definitely manage that. But I also had the idea of ​​making each "wedding" different, with a different idea behind it. Then we would only have one "official bride" but several "unofficial" wives too. Like a wedding ring and a necklace and an armband for the brides.

Oh and Rose. We mustn't forget Rose! I want to marry her too! Fuck!

As far as the photos go, there is also the potential for other girls to have a lot of pictures in the chapter. That's the good thing about these models. Heather is such a model and I see her in many scenes with many different girls. And Finn, of course. I imagine her as a supporting character who only gets real depth a little later as her path progresses. But we can also activate her very late and then move her forward more quickly. That's why I introduced her now and not on the third date at home with the family. The idea of ​​the Taubners having a restaurant came to me quite spontaneously and then it was fitting that the sisters work there from time to time.

Otherwise, because I had a good run (and a few picture sleft of Jasmine)and we could definitely have a sex scene with her and the beginning and with either Michelle or Rose and Tammy at the end of the chapter, the poll is on what should happen next.

Either sex with Jasmine, then either a threesome with Tammy and Rose or a night with Michelle. Same premise. Rose and Tammy sweet and caring. Michelle hard and naughty.

https://strawpoll.com/LVyK26VDkZ0