By now, Ashley was beginning to moan, just loud enough for the others to hear her. In her mind, she wanted John to touch her, to rub her clit, to do s...mething other than what he was doing. She tried moving her hips upwards, but he was too quick for that, and he stayed with teasing her hair. Once he felt she was resigned to his doing that, he quickly fluttered several fingers through her bush to the bottom of her crotch. She jumped once again.He extended his middle finger slightly and discovered. I sent my essay in the very same day." Why are you glad that Dean started all this?" asked Barbara."Each candidate for the program writes their essay. A boy or girl. It is sent to five psychologists for evaluation. If any of the five said no Dean wouldn't be sitting here right now. For your information I wasn't one of the five. But I do have my own conclusions. Would you like to hear them?" Yes we do." replied both Don and Barbara."From what I read in the essay. I feel that Dean wouldn't be. "There were a few chuckles at this, but it was Bernadette who asked me ifI was joking about what I'd just told them. I looked at my mother whoquietly whispered into her sister's ear and got a nod in return. Mumthen stood up and as she walked over I stood up off of the bed.She then raised my nightie up above my waist and there for all to seewas the prominent bulge of a panty napkin sticking out from the sides ofmy panties. I stood red faced as she allowed all my cousins to see itbefore lowering. It was evening before I found out what Stacy's 'problem' was. I'd pulled her into my room, directing both Siân and Branwyn, who had started to follow her, away to Dad and Huw. I sat her on the bed."Now," I said, softly but firmly. "Give." You shouldn't have done it."I looked at her blankly. "Done what?" You regrew my maidenhead. You shouldn't have. I didn't ask you to, and I definitely didn't want it."I was surprised. Was that all? "Why love? The others all liked the idea."It took me many.