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At this point I hadn’t been able to help but notice that almost all of the female characters, and perhaps especially the Starfire girl, was drawn in a very, very sexy way. Between the two of us, I pointed this out in a lowered voice, and expressed my admiration for her nice body and enticing hooters. Somewhat flustered, and little bit red on his small cheeks, Jonas nodded. Shortly following this, I returned to my garden chair, but we continued discussing, amongst other things, the Marvel movies. He might not be the most outgoing kid, but I found him quite insightful and sharp as far as I could tell. As we dined on Sandra’s meat and vegetable stew, with boiled potatoes on the side, we watched the conclusion of the match between Portugal and Morocco, in which there would be no goals in the second half. Apparently, it aggravated Eric that his son had not finished his plate, as tits he urged his junior to eat up or he would not be excused. Jonas, who had thanked my sister for the meal, meekly stated that he was indeed full and could manage no more. The little guy seemed disheartened on his corner of the sofa in front of the tv, furthest away from his father. Sandra attempted to diffuse the situation by proclaiming that she didn’t mind at all, and that he could heat it and consume it later if he Hardcore wanted to. Eric exclaimed: “He needs to eat more if he is to get bigger. A growing boy needs plenty of food”. Though he had a point, I hardly recognized this as the way to go about it; it was obvious that the little guy didn’t exactly thrive under confrontation and pressure. A minute passed, seemingly under a stalemate. I wanted to avoid getting involved. This was none of my business. Sandra broke the gridlock by saying that she would go for a run, and wondered if anyone wanted to join her. I felt it was a good idea, and agreed to tag along – as well as I could, that is. Having both gotten up, she rescued Jonas from the sofa by asking, or perhaps suggesting, that he’d help her with the dishes before we set out to get our aerobic exercise on. Not having changed attire myself, from the shorts and T-shirt I was wearing earlier, Sandra now exposed more of her knockout body in a pair of short shorts, and a sports bra. She looked banging. We started out merely walking. She seemed in a talkative mood, and apparently she wanted to vent a little about Eric’s frustrating paternal skills, which I didn’t mind since I figured it was a good opportunity to find out more about my new favorite youngster. I sincerely agreed when she pointed out that she took issue with Eric’s direct and dominating approach, but evidently she had been unable to have a satisfactory impact on his ways. She exclaimed how she tried to be big as supported as possible, and how she genuinely cared for the boy though he wasn’t biologically hers. Asking me to keep it to myself, she went on about how Jonas didn’t really have any close friends, and his calm demeanor and feeble physique wasn’t exactly a deterrent for being teased. From what she had been able to gather, he wasn’t getting bullied at least – but some kids, mainly other boys, took some exception about him being an A-grade student; assiduously applying himself in school didn’t exactly make him especially cool. As for Eric, what mattered to him was Jonas’ academic performance (both now and in the future). He encouraged his son to study hard so that he could follow in his father’s footsteps and be a doctor, or something of equal prestige. As long as the teachers reported how happy they were about how respectful and ambitious the boy was; they were more than happy with his performance and results, and in most subjects he was at the top of his class. This confirmed my earlier perception of him as being intelligent. It mattered little to his father that Jonas’ class teacher had also pointed out that the boy seemed lonely. Eric more or less didn’t care about that as Sandra perceived it, and he had said to her that his son simply needed to toughen up and not take it personally if other kids teased him, and that “being lonely wasn’t a exotic real issue as it builds character". We had walked for quite some distance, eventually catching up on other things as well. I pussy tried hard, doing my best to avoid obvious exaggeration, to make my life in the states sound more impressive and interesting than it really was. Having started to run, I soon found myself unable to keep up. Her level of cardio far exceeded my own. As darkness arrived, or what passed for darkness in a Swedish summer (which is quite different from winter), I again found myself in bed with Jonas again. We finished our meal and big I left Shelly a twenty dollar tip and we paid for our meal and tits left. 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