”“Darn I’m kinda let down.”“I’d probably let you kiss me. Then maybe you would try to get me to touch you like you did when it actually ha...pened.”“Well what if you were the one to make the move.”“Who said I would be.”“Wow.” She laughed.“Okay. Let me think.”She watches me. I rub the scruff on my chin. “I’d probably try to get you to make a move honestly. I loved when you were first here. You were just so sexy. I mean you still are.”“But what if I didn’t.”“I don’t want to force you to do. What interest does a thirteen year-old boy really have in a baby?" You're right. Anyway, I said he has a crush on me, not on the baby." I'm sure he does. I think he sees you as more than Big Sister, Simone." I know that, I guess. But that's why I was trying to treat him as more of an adult. He seemed to be getting more comfortable about things with the baby, and like I said, with me breastfeeding." Right ... tell me that part again, Simone." O.K. Well, Kevin came over after school the other. Oh my God, I am such a whore. I am cheating on my husband with his friend. What would he think? What would my conservative, Middle-Eastern family think of this? But then again...who the fuck cares? This is who I am now. I'm a girl who has needs and desires that her husband simply cannot meet. I'm a girl who needs this, needs this to feel fulfilled, to have some semblance of meaning and passion in her life. There's no going back. Not after this. I'm on a path now, a dark path that I can't turn. I was sound asleep when I heard some one come into my room. It was dad. He told me it was midnight and now my birthday so he wanted to wish me happy birthday. I sat up in bed and hugged him. I was thrilled to now be 18. Dad sat on my bed and started to rub my back as he hugged me. He told me I had developed into a very pretty and sexy lady. He held me away from him and looked at my tits thru my sheer night gown. It felt very strange to have him staring at me but very exciting too. Then I.