Pushing his can of soda with his index finger, he wouldn’t look at me.“It’s okay, Princess. You’re happy, right? You and Michael? I’m gonna ...ave those grandkids. My little girl is safe and happy and I’m not doing so bad in here. Just ... Just leave it alone, okay? Let them do what they’re doing and you just lead your life.”“Dad ... Daddy, did you...” My stomach clenched and then clenched again. I couldn’t speak. For years I’d believed that his macho honor was more important to him than me and. What I HADNT told heror anybodywas that I really used it to live out sexual fantasies. Most any girl I found attractive, including Melissa, had a Sim representation on my game, as realistically portrayed as possible. I even had special skins and a thing that removed the censor when showing the Sims naked, so they looked very correct anatomically. Natalie never played the game, so she didnt know about it. If Melissa played it&hellip, there was no way to hide it. When Natalie had busted us, Id. In response, Dee stood and held my eyes while she swiftly removed her clothes. Then she lay back on the sofa, legs wide apart, an imploring invitation. My clothes joined hers on the floor and so began a passionate exploration of each other which remains an erotic blur in my memory. I recall Dee’s hoarse plea, “Don’t rush. Please make it last. You can do anything you want. And please - show me how to make it good for you, too.” There were tongues on nipples; fingers in vaginas; breasts rubbing. “Very good, Andrew,” Kerry continued. “And how did it make you feel?”I thought for a second. “Amazing,” I offered.“Amazing in what way?” Kerry inquired.“Well, I love how the stretchy, lacy fabric feels against my skin.” Kerry took a half step toward me, so that he was now just one arm’s length from me. “And?” he asked.“And,” I continued, “the way the garter straps pull at the tops of the stockings. It is so . . . so intoxicating.”“Yes,” Kerry responded, pausing, obviously waiting for.