Let me ask you this, how do those dreams make you feel?"Your tone is neutral, almost empathetic, but your eyes are piercing and intense, waiting to ca...culate my response."They scare me. Because I know they're wrong, but they still give me anxiety. And I don't know why." Do you feel like a prisoner, Amelia?"You barely finish before I respond, "No! Of course not daddy! I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. And I never feel safer than I do when I'm in your arms." And do you ever feel like you are. .." that both of us knew was half-hearted. The truth is that I was beginning to want him to touch me but still thought I shouldn't let him.Then, one day at his house after school, I let him get away with it.We were down in the basement rec room at his house, making out. His mom was upstairs in the kitchen making dinner; we were "watching TV." In fact, we were on the sofa, kissing and hugging. Eddie was French-kissing me, running his tongue into my mouth, and I was not just letting him, I was. He was slow, rhythmic, and gentle. His finger moving in and out at a maddening pace. He had always been skillful with his hands. They were large and calloused, which added a new level of pleasure with their roughness. He added two and then too her surprise shoved a third in causing her to squeak and resist his restraint. He always fingered her with three fingers but normally he would take more time ensuring she was ready. It hurt and she was certain his nail scraped the outside her labia as. I lost my virginity at the age of fifteen to Billy Simmons in the playhouse in our back yard." She replaced the card on the bottom of the pile."Big deal," I said, "I already knew that. In fact, I watched you." Lisa grinned at me."It wasn't that time that you caught us, little brother," she said. I was surprised. I didn't think she knew. "That was the third time we did it. I saw you peeking. It turned me on so I performed a little for you." I felt my cheeks redden, in spite of the fact that I.