It was odd. I was making out with a guy and I didn't mind it. It was like kissing a woman except that his face was a bit scratchy. When he went down t...ere again I almost couldn't stand it. Strange noises came out of me. As if with a mind of it's own, my hand floated through the air and came to rest on the bulge in Andy's jeans. He quickly unbuttoned himself and dropped his pants. It was dark but I had no trouble finding it. When I took hold of it I realized that Andy had one hell of a handful.. ”Her muff was a small triangle of curls, a bit darker than her light brown hair which she wore very long and tumbling down her back. With her arms back, her full breasts, which had been pressed together by her corset, poked out on both sides and her nipples rose in imitation of her nose, pointing up and to the sides atop her lush half globes. Her belly was a soft puff begging for my hands.“Up on your toes and turn about twice,” I said.She did, hands out just a bit for balance.“Beautiful,” I. After some more days it steadily became just another sense. Your smell, hearing and sight don't conflict with each other; and nor did my proximity sense once I got used to it (admittedly the sight of a girl in a low-cut top has been known to distract me from my conversation, but those are two special cases). After two or three weeks, I could use all my senses, including proximity, all the time and without any problems (becoming distracted by seeing girls in low-cut tops is NOT a "problem").]Dad. My name, by the way, is Judy, but my friends call me, Hey-Jude. The Beetles would be proud. I'm a senior in the local high school. I had turned eighteen back in February, lost my virginity to my boyfriend (and discovered-S E X and that I LIKED it) in April on prom night. That night is another and separate interesting story. Graduation was only two weeks away.I've been baby sitting for spending money since I was eight. Wow! Ten years of TLCing the little ones. That's hard to believe. The.