Nostalgia

Adam put his hands in his pants pockets to avoid reaching out and touching Anna's silky skin.

“You look the same as I always remembered you. It's like you never left here.” He said with dark eyes.

“And is that good, or bad?”

“Very good. You're still beautiful. I always knew that you would preserve your beauty... And it will always be so. Even when you're old and using a cane, you'll still be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”

“You look the same to me too. You're still beautiful. I remember the first time I saw you, you had a beard. Very sparse and well groomed, and it was as if I was seeing Maxwell in front of me, and not you with your naked face.” She said smiling.

“I stopped growing my beard for a very important reason.” He said with his eyes twinkling.

“What reason was that?”

“I didn't want to scratch your pussy when I put my lips on it.”

Anna turned red and looked at Ian to see if he was listening.

“Don't be indiscreet in the presence of my son, Adam.”