He seems nice enough, but young girls and young guys, you know what I mean.”“I think I do,” I said, not really knowing what to say.“She’s pr...tty grown up, though,” Vicky added, “and she turns seventeen in a couple of months, anyway. I think she’ll be okay.”You don’t know the half of it, I thought to myself. Over the next few months, I’d see Terry’s Daewoo parked outside Vicky’s house when I came home from work, from time to time, and once or twice, I saw her walking with him in the street, when. We discussed just about everything. And I felt so relaxed talking to them. And I was asked about girlfriends etc.The conversation flowed, so much so I ended up telling them a little about my puberty and love of seeing ladies in lingerie and the experimenting had done in my early teens. ‘I was so relaxed with them that time flew and I had been there for 2 hours. They told me I would get an answer within a week or so.I hadn’t heard anything for well over a week. And I felt really disappointed.. They held her wrists and elbows inline side by side. Next, I bent her legs like a Buddhist monk meditating, but with her crisscrossed ankles pressed to her tummy. I latch all the hook attached to the harness that designed for this posture, and then the wrapping begun.I started wrapping her knees toward her crotch repeated three times and left her crotch accessible. Then I rose Sam up to stand on her spread knees and leant her body to mine. I wrapped from her hip, over her bound arms up to her. " You didn't get hard at all, did you?" she asked."No, hun," I replied. "Those fucking pills are still working. I wasn't hard at all." What did you dream about?" she inquired."I can't remember," I replied - a little too quickly. Even to me, it sounded lame, and I inwardly cringed."Don't lie to me, Michael," she said quietly. "Whatever you dreamed about made you so aroused that you were able to have a wet dream - even though you weren't hard. I want to know what the dream was. It's important to.