"Because I'm cold and can't get warmed up." she answered. "Besides that, I need to pee pee and right now." Erica walked past me taking my hand as she ...id so, and headed for my bathroom. She lifted the toilet seat and sat down."Now daddy, stand in front of me while I piss, because I want to play with your cock while I'm peeing." She pulled my hand so I was right in front of her. I heard the inevitable hissing sound and then heard her piss hitting the water. At the same time, Erica reached up,. Did ya hear somethin’ about wantin’ our babies?”“Do you think it was real or just a dream?”“Man, I don’t rightly know but it sure seemed real to me.”“Well I think it was just a dream.” What else could I say but that, not that I was certain. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that there was some secrets well hidden in Little Beaver Creek. I tried to talk to him some more about this dream and whether he had other experiences like this but he drifted back to sleep. I tried. I’ve never even had a speeding ticket. There’s gotta be more people like me out there. I’ve been with a few girls, but it always felt weird. I just don’t feel I’m in my place in bed with a pretty woman. Don’t get me wrong. I love pussy. I daydream about it all the time. Every time the girl from the end of the block walks by I find myself wondering what hers looks like. I just don’t feel right when I’m with a pretty girl. I can’t help but feel she can do better than me, and that makes me feel. "But it's still fun!" Stan added. I nodded, suddenly remembering how much fun Sheila could be.Sister Susan, meanwhile, wasn't having fun. She'd married, too, but I gathered the marriage was a stormy one. "Well, she was always like that," Stan said, making me glad that nothing had developed between us, "but Stafford's worse. Much worse."That came to a head one weekend in March. Sheila, Stan, and I were sitting round their fireplace in the downstairs den, listening to Prokofiev and sipping wine,.