.." Keep shitting all over me?" I didn't mean it to sound so bitter, I swear I didn't. Caroline looked at me in surprise, eyes big, wide open, shocked...I would put it... the truth... so bluntly. Finally she nodded, head hanging low."I'm sorry." It was a whisper. I could barely make out her voice."No, I'm sorry. You're right. We were young. Too young probably." I sighed softly. I knew I'd been ready. Willing, even."Do you know what he said?" My brother? The asshole?" Caroline smiled slightly,. My thing stood out so hard that it hurt. It was almost coming out of my pajamas. She told me it was my turn to show her so I made her promise not to tell on me for showing her. I pulled my pajamas down and showed her my stiff thing. She told me I had a big thing for a little boy. She asked if she could touch it and I was too embarrassed to answer. She slowly reached out and put her hand on it and started rubbing it gently, it felt so good. She moved closer to and I thought she was trying to. When I try to talk to him about it, he reassures me that he loves me, and that there’s no one else. I just can’t help to notice how he looks like he’s bored and is missing something.He’s a very attractive man. He’s around 6’ with a relatively athletic build (due to the swimming he did in high school and college). Not to brag on myself but I’m not too bad looking either: I’m 5’7 with D cup breast and a decent waist (probably could be better if I laid off all the burgers and alcohol, but what’s. Her tone was eager, and a little provocative. Before I even responded, she turned on her bottom to face me, swinging her long and shapely legs up onto my lap, and slid back a little, to lay back against the left arm of the three seater couch. I still hadn’t spoken, and she continued on with, “Imagine I’m that girl in the movie, and you’re Detective Hopper.” She didn’t move, and just lay back like that, with her feet on my lap, meeting my gaze. I was turned to face her, and I let my hands rest.