..I take a fresh puff, break to think, looking for the right words in the blue-grey cloud I exhale --- I want to read your minds!I like to hear and se... you first Birgitte, you are so silent so far.... You will be first! ... To masturbate for me and tell me your feelingsI want to hear your ideas about making love, about longing for love, dreaming about the future ... with a man, or with a woman?I want to take your private pictures, proofs on film of your hot holy hymens on camera, capture you. Not that they won’t even with the smaller ones,” Stacy unhelpfully pointed out that Helen’s thin leotard revealed every bump underneath its skin-tight covering.The camel toe and the rings under the thin bodysuit were quite remarkable. Not that I would tell my wife that, after refusing to let her get her own piercings.Seeing Sydney getting one-upped brought a smile to my face. At a month past her fifteenth birthday, she was way too sure of herself. My precocious student needed to realize that. .. interested in m ... me.” I sobbed as mum gathered me to her breast again.“Oh darling, have you told him?” she asked gently.This time I pulled away from mum, I looked down at the floor. I had seen her look disappointed, I didn’t want to see the look of disgust that would follow what I needed to tell her.“It’s not a him mum,” I mumbled. “It’s a her.”I waited for her to hit the roof, instead she just pulled me to her once again.“Sophie?” She asked softly, I nodded as I pressed into her. It was clear she had been working late as she was still in office clothes, a knee length close fitting business skirt and a white blouse. We greeted each other and chatted briefly as she bought a women's magazine and some milk. I always loved when she came in the store. She was so pretty and slim, with her long blond hair, and she always looked so sophisticated in her suits and skirts. As she was in her mid-fourties, I always looked up to her and so wanted to be like her. I always imagined her.