She couldn't help but chuckle at my discomfort. Grudgingly, I gave in and told her the abridged version of my number one fantasy, hoping it would be e...ough to satisfy her.When I finished, I couldn't help but put my head down in embarrassment. Mom reached over and lovingly grasped my hand and said, "Honey, we did what we had to do to in order to survive. And in a crazy sort of way, I'm glad I could give my baby something he's desired for so long." We talked some more about it and I asked why she. Hassan raised the knife, which she now recognized as a Kpinga, the weapon of the Zande warriors of Central Africa. Hassan cut the knife down, the end blade slicing down through the top of her dress, splitting her brassiere and her bloomers. Every piece of her clothing fell to her feet, stripping her in just a few seconds. Hassan stared lustfully at her buxom athletic figure.Aket stepped forward, grabbed Jane's arms and pulled her nude body against his own. She turned her head up to meet his. “You’re really fucking good. Next time the girls get to watch, though. Okay?”“Definitely.” I let myself out of his arms. “Go ahead and shower, Bill. I should head back down, don’t want the girls to wake up and wonder what we’re up to…”He chuckled. “Alright. Thanks for helping me wake up. I suppose I’ll sleep on the plane.” With that, he turned the water on, and I headed out, closing the door behind me.I descended the stairs lightly, one at a time and rounded the corner to the hallway, going. Kiss me right here.’”“That is twisted, Girl. I’m not turned off or judging you or anything. It’s just, twisted.”“I know. So after I masturbated thinking about that at least fifty times, I decided to write it as a story on that site.”“And your dad read it.”“Exactly. There was no sense in pretending it wasn’t me who wrote it. I even had my alias start with G. It was obviously me writing ... about him and me.”One part I decided to leave out of my confession to Alex was the fact that my dad also.