I found the volume on the dashboard and turned up the volume. In the dim light filtering into her room from the streetlight out side, I could clearly...see her lying on her back with her hand inside her panties. Her hips were undulating as her hand rubbed up and down between her legs. Watching this nearly 12 year old masturbating in her sleep was too much, I slid back and spread my legs as my own hand slid up my quivering thigh and right into my sopping wet teenage pussy. I rubbed my self into. In the real world these are among the most damaging perversions—abuses of power and breeches of trust. Don't confuse fantasies affairs, underage sex, and incestuous sex with reality—no matter how titillating or stimulating. There are things in this story that are horrifying libido-killers for me even in fantasy: as a writer, I follow the characters; I don't lead them. So don't fuck little girls or little boys; don't cheat on the people who care about you. Fantasy is not reality. If you read. Its banana's were ripe so she picked one and had just peeled the beginning of the banana peel off when she reached the glass house. She found the door and walked through it. She was greeted by a hot moist air that made her skin feel sticky. Inside the professor had created a mini rainforest with rocks, large plants, and flowing water so the animals inside would easily consider it their home. That definitely succeeded because when she looked to her right she saw two small red monkeys mating.. Actually, the daughter’s friend.” I explained casually as I could. That certainly wasn’t a great start. It sounded like I was covertly asking about myself. “I’m wondering if certain behaviors that we’ve observed might be indicators of something more significant or if it’s just part of growing up.” Cora encouraged me to tell her what was on my mind, so I plunged ahead. I explained some of what Cali told me about Mel and my own observations. This technically wasn’t part of my contract with Cali.