We started to talk normal things. I was tensed as it was my first time. Then I took my mobile phone and shoot few snaps of her,(I even have it with me...now).She smiled and blushed. Then I asked her whether we exchange the cups, to which she showed more interest, and I drunk her coffee and she drunk mine. By that time hubby was back and he told he doesn’t need drink now, so if we are finished, we can move to the car. As we reached the car she told her hubby that she needs to talk to me in. Nothing ever happened between us on this first meeting, however I could not get the picture of her perfect body out of my head for months. She would soon become a fantasy that I would attempt to bring to life. I kept in touch with her throughout the next several months, hinting to her that I so desperately wanted to explore her gorgeous body. Eventually we would begin discussing very personal matters together. She would tell me about things such as she had a vibrator that she used frequently.. I dressed her up in so many different colorful outfits, often disregarding her natural blue Native American gown. I would wash her hair with shampoo, gently air dry it out, and then use my miniature comb to brush all the tangled locks away. I took great care of Analee, often too much care from the perspective of my older siblings and parents. After all it was all innocent, childish fun.It wasn't until the age of eighteen that I started to have sexual thoughts of my Analee. I was in my room. Green. “You were in a clothing-optional designated place, and were surrounded by many other naked people. No, I mean really being the sole nude individual in a crowd. Like a streaker.” No hands. “OK. Let me ask this then. Does anyone think that this could be a sexually arousing situation? You seem to have had the dream Jill. How’s it sound to you?” Jill quickly got uneasy. “Well, I, uh…I don’t know. I guess it could be…as long as the associated dangers could be removed. You know, assured.