And anytime we have a sexual encounter, I am thinking mainly about what my little Phoebe is receiving and not just what I am getting. XXNX Am I dreaming? I banged my fists on an imaginary table, then quickly turned back to the show. “That’s just amazing,” I said, letting go of her hand, “what is that?”
She stared at her hand, which remained in the air for a few seconds, then suddenly began to panic. Feeling her moist, sticky juices on her fingers as they heated things up between her legs, then seeing her hunk of a neighbor (humor me) sucking on those fingers just minutes later. When most girls her age are painting nails and chattering on the phone, she’ll be on her back porch reading one book or another, or holding a soccer ball and taunting me to come play.
