Almost.I developed my first crush (and I can only be grateful that I'm straightin a physically sexual respect), but the feelings I had for her were od...indeed. I never worked up the ire to tell her that I liked her that way,even though we were friendly acquaintences, but I found that I had twoentirely different fantasies. The first was the normal one that I supposehas been implanted into my mind by society, the one where she and I datelike a normal middle-school couple. The other, though, was a. My dream that evening was about Jennifer, and resulted in soiled sheets. I took that as progress.Thursday morning was my second visit to Doctor Mercer. I brought along my journal, but wondered if she would want to keep it. I didn’t think she could read it fast enough to give it back. I decided I’d get a three-ring binder so that I could provide her with pages and not be prevented from continuing. I’d have to re-copy about a hundred pages, but that was OK. I could do it over time.My guess was. I did hear some vague threats to burn the place down, but I’m sure that was all hot air. I think the greatest achievement of that committee was to complain about the noise of the motorcycles coming and going, either early in the morning or late at night. And even then I think they had trouble finding a couple of people with the guts to actually go over there and complain. From what I heard, the delegation who eventually went to the house were completely taken aback by the politeness of their. I could tell she was getting off to showing off for the guys as they returned from the shower. She came right as the first guy did, and now she wanted this guy inside of her with those legs all spread out for the shower guy to see once he entered. This made me hot! I loved that she was showing off, and really getting off to all this. I knew she was also thinking of me hearing it all, plus had her phone recording audio of it, for us to relieve and use as foreplay. Plus, I knew I’d be jerking off.