"John wrote letters again the rest of the summer and into the fall, but I didn't have the heart to read them. Eventually his letters stopped coming, t...o. I dated a little the next year, my junior year, and as time progressed, my thoughts of him were less and less frequent. When summer came, I resumed working at Simkins. That was the summer I met your father."I knew how that part of the story went. Dad was a college student—a computer major—at the college in Mom's town. He worked as an intern. " Rebecca felt the fingers returning to her pussy, her pussy juices running down her thighs. No matter how much she screamed in pain, her body seemed to be enjoying the sexual torture. The fingers ran up her pussy slit, so open by the obscene spread of her legs. It ran over her clit, now swollen and erect, peeking out from behind its hood. It had received the last blow directly on the delicate morsel sending a rush of pain and pleasure through her body. The finger tantalized her clit before. I replied, “As a matter of fact you did. I haven’t been with a woman in a while.”Allison said point blank, “I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”I told her that I understood and asked her if I could continue to check her out from time to time. She smiled and said that she enjoyed the thought of being a sex object and told me that she would like it if I jerked off to thoughts of her occasionally too. Wow! That was a first for me. I had never known another woman that wanted to be a masturbation. Allerdings wuerde ich mir dannfuer den Spielzeugbereich auch 7 Minuten Zeit nehmen muessen.Ach, wie gern haette ich doch von dem Spielwarenbereich 5Minuten abgezogen, um dadurch 12 Minuten fuer denKinderbekleidungsbereich Zeit zu haben. Aber das ging natuerlichnicht.Auch im Otto-Katalog hatte ich 'Lieblingsseiten'. Ob ichwomoeglich ganz unbewusst auf meinen Lieblingsseiten laengerhaengen blieb? Ich weiss es nicht. Jedenfalls gab es ab da dann nochhaeufig Abende, an denen ich mir mit Papa.