I will trust that you will accept that fantasies are fantasies and having one does not necessarily mean that a person would want to make it come true....People rarely share fantasies except in the most general of terms. We've been friends a while now and I know you are being very free with me. I may be the one being the most shy. But, I will tell you exactly how I fantasize unless I sense that it was a mistake.So, okay. I looked at your picture and I tried to visualize in detail what you look. I again laughed and said what’s up with you now? She just blushed and said nothing and sat down again. Now we all took our seats again. I could still hear slightly heavy breathing from the 2 girls. I knew this was an opportunity not to miss. I immediately put each of my hands on each of the girl’s thighs and rubbed it. They just started breathing heavier. I told them how about we go sit on the sofa and study. So I took both of them by their hands to the sofa where I put my hands again on their. I have always been a normal kid, through out my childhood I just drew with crayons and played with action figures. Hell, the only unusual thing that happened was when my father was locked up, him trying to tell me that looks don’t matter, that physical appearances can be changed as easily as your clothes. Crazy old coot, I didn’t think much of it then.Course, things started to get a bit strange back in high school. I was pretty freaked out back then, all the body changing and all; does anyone. He lifted the front of his shirt and invited me to touch his abs. I nearly jumped him the parking lot. I pointed out that I'd dropped a bit of weight."I gave up on you," he said. "But seeing you now I don't think I give up anymore." I think that was the best compliment I'd gotten in a long while. When the sun started to set I took off the sunglasses I'd been wearing."God damn!" he exclaimed. "I forgot how blue your eyes are." He also loved that I'd switched to wearing almost all low-cut shirts..