It often involves jumbled visions of things that have 'happened', except they are events that I have no remembrance of them happening. I have sometime... received a cryptic reference to 'the cycles'. Sometimes, someone will say something, as you just did, that fits with those 'recollections' and makes them make sense. I am able to do this without entering Julie's mind, so she doesn't know I am doing this. Usually, it occurs without my trying to make it occur. I would never invade her mind. So not to waste a lot of time and should come to point directly.I was only 15 at the time, curious and confused, about boys and hormones and a little thing called sex. It was a whole new world to me. My boyfriend, a year older than me was almost as clueless as i was and just as curious. We’d been dating for a while and decided to take our relationship to the next level…We told out parents we were going to dinner and a movie explained that we’d be home by 11, but we both knew something else was. Bill wandered from the marital bed only vicariously. Rachael became the substitute for women and girls he still lusted after. At first she had been reluctant but soon she was a willing and increasingly skillful participant in their lewd scenarios. She was sometimes a sex-hungry, ignored housewife, a role she could play from personal experience. At other times she was a reluctant virgin, often a very young one, and occasionally her husband was a rapist. She also did a very good impersonation of. I'd seen her naked once before, and her body was more beautiful than I could have imagined in even my wildest dreams; her skin was fair and clear of any flaws aside from one little beauty mark that drew your eyes straight to the delicate curve of her soft bottom. She had beautifully curved hips that led up to an almost washboard abdomen; if you followed her figure up, you would find a pair of perky 28 C's. Oh how I wanted to reach out and massage her breasts; if she would have let me, things.