I lose track of what she was saying at one point in the conversation, just staring into her blue eyes, and searching her pretty face with mine. I get...caught when she asked a question that I missed, ‘Michael! Did you hear what I asked? I asked about your program at school!’ I tell her exactly why my attention wandered … looking at her, admiring her pretty face … and she smiles sweetly, idly running her fingertips through the hair on my forearm says, ‘Oh, Michael. That’s so sweet!’ She looks. It was all she needed to push her over the edge and she turned her face towards her pillow to muffle her moans as she came. All too soon, she was aware of him stifling his own groans as he came inside her. Then he was gone, but not before covering his ‘rape victim’ with the duvet again, so she didn’t get cold. He was so sweet.The following evening, they talked about their first experience of her fantasy, and agreed it was so good they should do it again as often as they could. ‘Often’ turned. My grand dad had a log cabin in the woods not far from where we lived. I liked to be there with him, enjoying God's nature.When I grew older I was allowed to be there alone. Especially as grand dad was not feeling strong enough to go there very often. Later I brought John there.Sometimes I spent all weekend there all alone.My sister had most of her days taking care of John, not caring much for boyfriends since she had been let down by her first experience. By the time John was entering his. Her: wow, it is warm in hereMe; yes, veryher: so, how are you and your brothers doing?Me: were doing great, all living life and all happyher: that's goodMe: how are you Helen?her: good and bad, like, whatever i guessMe: whats bothering you?her: you wont understand, your still to youngMe: come on, just tell meher: ive been single for a while now, am i ugly or something?Me: No, your very beautiful ma'amher: ow thank you Eugene, your very kind, your the kind of men i son deserves to have as a.