My legs open as my hand explores deeper, feeling the heat and then the wet fluid between as my fingers glide effortlessly inside. I’m at a loss to e...plain this sudden but undeniable craving. My legs tremble as my middle finger discovers my already swollen clitoris. Thoughts return to the dream. I am acutely aware that it held a sexual element, but unfortunately, those subconscious images are now lost on me. If only I could recall, then perhaps I’d have some reasoning behind this. My body began to shake when his fingers finally touched me. I tried to hold back my moans. I tried to keep composure of myself. While his fingers worked their magic, I came instantly. It was a relief for me, finally. I was in my Daddy’s arms again, feeling him touch me and take care of me… His Baby Girl. I enjoyed every bit of that first orgasm of our time together that day. I asked for his permission to lick all my sweet cum off his fingers. I could see the creaminess of my pussy juice, smell. So, she kept reading boring article after boring article. Just then, even as she happened to notice an advertisement for a sexual relationship therapist in the interior lower right corner of a page, a man had stepped inside the pool gate. He was dressed ONLY in shorts! He walked right past her, made eye contact, smiled and walked on! Christine was so worried by this act of aggression by this lewd potential rapist, that she grabbed the sections of her paper, her apartment key, and her flop-flops. Girls were dressed as boys and boys as girls. Little boys in pants, and little girls walking alongside in dresses. Those boys, in pants, skipping along like they'd been dressing that way all of their lives.So too those girls? Brian felt ill, dizzy, confused and all of it very suddenly. As if he was standing on a ship in a mild storm. He'd felt like that once on a fishing boat. His world was rocking a little.Brian was going over the edge. He felt it. He didn't know what to say, and suddenly.