That’s the last memory I have of my baby, the years that came after that are such a blur, and now, now she’s a stunning young lady. Beautiful from...head to toe, soft silky tanned skin, long black hair, lovely face, adorable smile, and a body that can stop traffic. I feel ashamed describing my daughter; but until a couple of hours ago, I never saw her as a sexual creature. To me she was still my baby girl; the apple of my eye, the sweet little girl that had me wrapped around her little finger…. I was raised within such prejudice on sexuality, eroticism, and nudity. And I was born naked. You may know what comes next: I would get many psycho complexes. I felt only like a weak link. Somewhat curses with homesexuality, fur affinity, exhibitionizm, masochizm, et cetera. I don't believe in the devil but what demons are in my unlucky heart? That was the way I was thinking all along. It used to be some cruel years till I would realize the only devil was me. When I were so stupid to punish. Her time with Spinner seemed to amplify that aspect of her, but she wore it proudly. And spinner remained our friend when we were done.But after their session, Ren gave us the tools we needed, and we wove the Dream Stuff and built a path, using TeJon, and Kru, and all the other Preci we had met who had found their way through the battles and the indecision, and doubt and come out whole on the other side. We wove and molded out of the things that existed as pieces of the Dream World. We started. “Can I touch you?” She asked Michelle looked into her friend’s eyes, already becoming lost in the pleasure around her pussy. “Yes,” she replied, nodding gently. The sounds of Stacy and Rich coming from the laptop were creating images in Michelle’s mind as Tina’s hand moved to her stomach, the sensation feeling alien and erotically comfortable all at once. Michelle gasped quietly again as she felt Tina’s hand start to slide down until it reached her own, sliding over it, matching its.