If it would have stopped at that she might have been able to control it.But also during the beginning of the second week she found herself dreaming er...tic dreams all the time.Originally it was of Dusty, and later it was of Dusty and a few of the young men together, and they were all always working hard at pleasing her.Twice she had come awake only to find she was touching herself.She screamed and ran for the bathroom to take a cold bath. A few times she fell asleep in the bath because it would. I lean over my wife kissing her neck; I can see better what she is doing with her hand. Her fingers edge ever nearer to the other woman’s pussy when she at last reaches it, she runs her fingers up along side it without actually touching it tracing a line up over her pussy and then down the other side. She then moves her hand away and I think she has decided not to do any more, but then she stretches out one finger and places it on the woman’s pussy. I freeze hardly daring to breath as I watch. She bit her lip to keep herself from saying anything. It was wrong, so wrong. But she could still feel the warmth, spreading from her crotch, both upwards to her stomach and into her legs.“Have you ever been with a man?”She quickly shook her head, too embarrassed to speak or break her own silence with sounds she couldn’t control.“Do you touch yourself?”The heat spread further in her as she nodded, her father now moving his fingers in slow circles, right over her clit, but still on her outer. So what do I do now then? Do I ring him and tell him I am really a guy?Well that would piss him off, wouldn't it? Well, wouldn't you be pissedoff if you went to meet your girlfriend and she was a guy? I know itwould fucking piss me off!! Big time!!Or do I tell him where I am and pretend to be a girl so that I can thenexplain to him who I really am?But then what if he finds me here and has a go at me for pretending to behis girlfriend? Fuck, what am I going to do? I just sit there for.