I also couldn’t blame David, because I wasn’t appalled by him looking at her. In fact, seeing him looking at her made me a little wet. I’d never...told anyone this, but when I was her age, I used to sit on my father’s lap, just to see if I could get a rise out of him. When I did, it excited me, making me feel a little sexier than I did before I discovered what happened to men when pretty girls sat on their laps. Nothing ever happened between my father and I, but a few times, I let myself. Your legs lay across mine, so when I open my legs, it spreads your legs even wider, exposing your wet pussy and the total naked front of your body, exposing you from head to toe, to the sunlight and window, and the sets of eyes across the street. I cup each of your breasts with my hands, and I press each of your nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pinching and stretching them, one then the other, feeling you flex your back and butt deeper into my stomach and thighs. I slide my penis out of. “You have fifteen minutes and then I’ll look at your doodles and tell you if there’s any hope for you as an artist. The rest of you can switch over to computer graphics. Time starts now.”Shit! I wasn’t expecting my one art class to be the worst on my schedule. What an asshole! I heard a sniffle and glanced to my right. A girl with dirty blonde hair and a baggy sweater was sitting with her art pad in front of her and tears running down her cheeks. Her hands were shaking so much I was sure she. I had never even dreamed of finding her. I had never really believed that she existed, and here she was, a living fantasy, and she belonged to Me.Her deepest fantasy broke my heart. Her virginity had been taken from her, very indelicately, and at a very tender age. What should have been a sweet, sensuous event had been frightening and painful. From that time, she had imagined what it must feel like to be opened gently, lovingly, and to be invited and welcomed into the adult world of erotic.