..Warm. Fidgeting. Not quite awake, but not dreaming. High school. Not easy. Eyes closed, smiling softly at a memory of cheerleader glory. Chuckle. I ...ook so much better now. Smile back to sleep.Eyes snap open. Stomach dropping flash of fear in high school. Inner voice telling me I was a coward.A little more awake. Was it cowardice, or a lack of imagination on how to get out of the safe space of jocks and cheerleaders?Shiver. Wait ... something is reassuring. Body heat. Sound of calm breathing.. "Miss, I'm going to be seeing a lot of you in the next few days, and you will see me too for that matter, so you might as well get used to it now. From what I hear, you've shown yourself to plenty of boys so there's no need to be shy. Arms up." He'd crossed the room and grabbed the hem of my sweater and almost without thinking I lifted my arms and allowed him to pull it off. My bra quickly followed. "Five minutes and then we'll get you dressed." Bossy sod. I said nothing, already I knew that I. I had passed through that awkward phase of puberty and was an attractive kid; I played on the JV football team and was reasonably popular. It was Christmas Eve, and I had gone upstairs to my room after spending the evening singing carols with my family. As I changed into my flannel pajamas I noticed a note on my pillow, so I picked it up and read the words that would soon change my life: "Ted, I have a special gift for you. Come to my study at 2:00 a.m. Love, Dad."I glanced at the clock and saw. But for some reason, this was very different, and exciting.And she was even more excited once she got a look at Camille, Rob's wife. Camille was drop-dead gorgeous, a tall, statuesque knock-out with skin the color of burnished gold, and an exotic, Chinesey slant to her dark, alluring eyes that you saw sometimes in blacks.She had a voluptuous, full-figured body, with breasts even larger than Karen's, and a tiny waist. Laura could feel her pulse racing and her pussy melting as she looked into.