Joyce... ) have always maintained that fantasies (of any kind) are okay so long as you don't try to act them out. [Obviously, dreaming of flying like ... super hero should not give you the idea that you can leap from a tall building ... duh!]But at fifteen and under control by hormones totally unfamiliar to me, and similarly to others, there's sometimes a blurred line that we accidentally cross.So at the age of fifteen and proud of myself for getting into my high school frat (the hazing was. Inside she casually unbanded her hair and took off her top, bra, shorts and panties, carelessly tossing them to me to deposit in the now empty hamper. After testing the water with her hand she stepped into the tub and settled in. By her contented breath I could tell that the temperature was to her satisfaction and I silently breathed my own sigh of relief. I retreated into the background, unobtrusive and unregarded, as with her eyes closed she leaned her head back and let the surging water. "You're sweet, but no thank you. I need to get home. Today ismy daughter's birthday!" A birthday you say? Well I'm sure we can find her just the perfectgift! Come with me!"I hesitated but agreed to follow the old lady. Maybe she can help withmy lack of teen knowledge.She turned and began walking into a store just next to the entrancedoors. There were no signs to display a store name and I had walked pastthis place twice today and never noticed its existence. We entered theshop and the lady. She still held Renee's face in her hands and she told her, "Kiss it for me, Renee... just like you said Jack kissed your pussy." No!" the girl cried and tried to pull away. "Please... not... not with him watching," she added and glanced toward Prinz.Nodding understanding, Prinz stood and dimmed the lights even further, then he slipped out of his robe and entered the tub with the two girls. He approached Renee's broad ass as the girl leaned forward whimpering lowly. Placing his hands on her soft.