" I say with a grin. He shyly nods yes and unfolds his blanket over his lap. Leaning my chair back, I move the arm rest aside and arrange my pillow...so that I'm sleeping on my side facing the window. He does the same so that we are practically spooning without touching. I glance around and look at what our neighbors are doing. Everyone else has already turned out their lights and are fast asleep.> > My head is fuzzy and my body feels warm and tingly from the drinks. I admire his backside.. What if your thoughts make this place what it is? What if your thoughts ARE this place? What if...Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a voice from nowhere and everywhere."That is exactly what this is; 'What if'." W-what do you mean?" The idea of talking to some disembodied voice does not, strangely enough, bother you nearly as much as the voice itself."Simply put, this is the thought space. This is where thoughts become reality. Whatever you think here can and will become your new. As I brought my left hand down to her crotch, I felt the hairs over her mound. I slowly massaged for sometime and gently with my first and third finger gradually parting her pussy lips, I began to rub her clit with my middle finger. Her clit was a bit dry so I licked my finger wet and then began to rub her clit. As my finger touched her clit her whole body shuddered and she began to moan, “Oohhh this is great. OOohh” She was getting aroused a bit quicker then I expected. I brought my mouth. " What's that, Mickey?" Oh, never mind. It's nothing." It must be something, or else you wouldn't have asked?" Never mind."Michael was blushing now, realizing how badly he wanted the pink dress. To steal it, that would be a sin, he knew that. But to merely look atit and dream about wearing it, how could that be a sin? "Oh tell me. You're blushing," Patty said. She was a tall girl, now 15and still carrying some of her baby fat, but she was a sturdy, stronggirl, like her father. No doubt.