“It’s fuckin’ awesome,” another on muttered.The tingle between my legs got stronger and lasted longer.“Look how wet she is,” the third man...said.Mark stood beside me and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, allowing my breast to spill out over my chest.“Those tits are fantastic,” one of the men said.“A man could have a great tit fuck with those,” another said.I could feel how wet I was getting. I just couldn’t stop it. These strangers were discussing my body. One of the men took his. She packed warmer clothes for each of them, after considering they could be out at night. Then she dressed in her Class B's.05:35 Friday, July 5th, 1991Oakland Yacht Club1101 Pacific Marina, Alameda CA, 94501Lenore snored in the truck. Sandy was driving again, with Ben in the middle. Getting up at oh-dark-thirty, when the Army wasn't even asking it of her seemed absurd, yet she did it without complaint this morning. Neither she nor Ben really questioned why they were doing this. Sandy supposed. “They’re not animals,” Leza insisted, her hands settling on her hips as she spun on him. “They were human once and remember those activities fondly. They appreciate the warmth of a fire and know not to reach into it, but are uninterested in building fires themselves. They understand their limitations and flames are too hard to control.”“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Phillip protested. “This is all new to us. We’re still trying to fathom what’s happening.”The three men spread out giving. How does he get into my head like that? He's right. I can tell he's telling me to not grow up too fast. He wants me to enjoy being a kid ... like he said, we have time. I text the girls back. Let's get together.I am a kid ... a horny one and one in love with my dad ... but I am a kid.I have a blast all day. I am in a good mood. There is no pressure on the sex front. I am a little horny but I know Jake, Dad, will take care of that tonight. I feel pretty and desirable. A real man wants me, what.