I sat closer to her. I gently touched her elbows and lifted her arm. She kept biting her thumb. I raised her arm all the way to reveal her beautiful u...derarms. She had soft black hair under them. Untouched by a razor or chemicals her underarm looked soft and supple. I touched it with my fingers. Anita jerked and let out a soft moan. I gently moved my fingers over her hair and her eyes were already half closed. I decided to play with it a little more before cutting it. I turned the TV back on to. ” “So, I am kind of like Coke?” Marc joked. “Exactly!” Then Marc hit me with an unexpected question. “When you were teenager, what did you fantasize aboutwhen you masturbated?” "I don’t know," I stammered. I was not sure how candid and forthcoming I wanted to be on this personal subject. I was not sure why, but I found discussing masturbation somewhat embarrassing. Trying to maintain my composure, I added, “Marc, I went to a Catholic, all-girls high school. The nuns had us 'under lock and key'.. He can fuck for hours and never get tired, and he obeys my every command." Yes, but a dog?" The idea boggled the teenager's mind. She stopped playing with his sheath, her gaze glued to Theresa's face, seeking if there were any signs that the older woman was teasing her. There were none."I'm not joking," Theresa said, watching the child's inquisitive eyes with her own. "He's fantastic. He's the only thing that has helped me keep my sanity since Gary had to go away on his new job."Nancy's eyes. And I worried, Kylie, that what we were doing with you and Shannon might go horribly wrong. And I never knew how you felt about all this.” He picked up a towel he’d brought with him and wiped his face with it. “Until now, I didn’t know if I had hurt you or not. But listening to you just now, I realize you’re okay. I didn’t fuck you up. And while your life isn’t anywhere near normal, as that word is defined by most people, I feel amazing relief that you’re as well adjusted as you appear to.