Letting her mind wonder into a place she called her own; fantasy of her man, her lover. With her eyes closed she continued to rub her clit and finger ...er pussy, spreading her legs as if her lover were spreading them to reach her sweetness between them. Feeling her pussy getting wet from her own touch aroused her senses. She enjoyed touching herself and letting herself roam her imagination. Her breathing started to become deep but not labored as she moved into her own fantasy. He sat there at. ”Ling, looking exceptionally good in her white sundress, said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”“God, you’re beautiful,” declared Paul as he stared at her transfixed to the spot. Once he realized what he had said, he picked up the suitcases and ran into the house blushing the entire way.His departure brought a laugh to Ling and she said, “Young men are so much fun. I can’t wait until Little John is that age.”Stanley finally recovered and said, “Little John is your son?”“Yes. He’s not quite. No. I’m fine thanks.’ He gave me a kiss and said good night and I stayed up until the dream was out of my head then went back to sleep. Works every time. *’I’m calling you daddy. Daddy. Won’t you be my daddy? Daddy. I need a daddy. Daddy. Won’t you be my daddy? Daddy.’* I loved that song. It was that song wetter by Twista. I played the song as I ironed my clothes for school. I just turned eighteen years old and I live on my own since my parents died and left the house to my name. When Ja’Quan. I looked at him for a while and took some time to think about everything that had been happening. I’d slept with my uncle, but I felt happier than I had for so long. The worst thing about the situation for me was that I couldn’t share my happiness with anybody, I couldn’t tell my parents or my friends, I couldn’t tell anybody. I felt bad for my Aunt Debby, she’s family, and even though she’s not blood, I’d known her my whole life and through what I was doing, I was betraying her. Guilt began to.