I don’t know how long I was touching her like that because she wasn’t holding my hand in place anymore.She reached over and ran a hand up my thigh... “Everything is cyclic. I don’t need to take anything to test my theory. I only need you to be willing. If I do need to take some your abilities, I can return it just as easily.” Then she groped me and pouted. “Aw, am I not busty enough? I saw the woman who dropped you off. She had enough in the breast department to share with four other women.”I. .... Darius spun Ashanti around on the floor, and my littledaughter did pirouettes and arabesques. Darius handled her expertly andgracefully, treating her like a young lady. Ashanti seemed to be inabsolute heaven as she was dancing, sighing in her white tights...... (Idreamed of how it must feel to wear such a leotard and tights, with thetight material pulling up and riding high on her crotch)... She must bein ecstasy.Yet, like I said, this was my once boyish son, who was now all woman...And. In recent years, however, Rose had began to wonder if she was a lesbian. Her upbringing had placed very definite taboos on this lifestyle. Her ambiguity concerning sex and dating had no doubt contributed to the fact that she was still a virgin at 19. Though she had felt no attraction to the opposite sex, Rose believed that her sexual urges were stronger than the typical teenage girl. Otherwise, why would her inclination to pursue knowledge on the subject have become an obsession? Rose was. It hit like a thunderclap. Her asshole tightened almost painfully on her fingers and as she struggled to get her digits deeper into her bowls her orgasm caused the breath to empty from her lungs.As she came down from her high she wondered what the hell had gotten into her. Here she was a normal everyday executive assistant, on the floor, barely inside her apartment, with her fingers buried deep inside her ass and recovering from the third orgasm in under an hour. To Dana, it was so ridiculous.