Doug was dropping off to sleep in his bed, hearing the not unusual sound of Alison crying softly in her room. Alison had appreciated the attention her...father had been paying her recently and as her worries re-surfaced she had whispered out loud, "oh daddy, I wish you were here to hug me, to make me feel better."Doug felt a strong tug and found himself floating above his daughter as she lay in bed crying. He held his arm and hand up in front of his face and could see that they were ghostly in. To show how much I love you, I tweak your nipple between my thumb and forefinger and you breathe in sharply through your nose. I rub your nipple round and round, like rolling a tiny ball of dough, and then flick it backwards and forwards like a toggle switch. I’m smiling at you because I know how much you are enjoying this and you smile back at me, your smile lighting up your face and my tummy goes all funny again.I can feel you rubbing your pubic mound harder against mine, and I know that you. Look, this is a very unusual situation. And besides, when was the last time you were naked with a bunch of females?”“Never,” he said sheepishly.“Stuart, this is the opportunity to pop that cherry, so to speak. It’ll be a great experience and you’ll learn so much about your body and the female body.”“Mr. Meyers,” he whispered, “I’ve never even been naked around guys. I don’t like my body. This is the worst moment of my life. My heart is racing. I think I’m having an anxiety attack!” . Usually, she kept them on the edge of nudity but with enough clothing to conceal her slit and her backside with a pretty thong and a bikini style bra on her boobs. In return, the boys would send her naughty photos of themselves showing their business outlined in speedo jockey shorts and no shirt at all. She sometimes masturbated in the privacy of the toilet at school looking at one of the photos. She figured that the boys were doing the exact same thing with her photos. Of course, her boyfriend.