. . pointing towards his pants.“If you want to SHOW me . . . that would be AWESOME!” said the suddenly aroused teen girl. She looked across and wa...tched Greg (really her Dad) stand up. He moved aside his doctor’s coat so that the curious girl could see the bulging member up against his pants. “Whattaya think?” he said . . . as his 7” rod lewdly poked outwards. The girl covered her mouth in amazement as she inspected the growing cock, in the boy’s pants. She began to realize that it was HER . . .. This of course I found out as my lesbian or bi-sexual education continued over the next year.He was a very soft spoken man, very fatherly but as the evening wore on, their sexuality came to the fore, as their language became more colourful and I drank several glasses of Châteauneuf-du-Pape, then suddenly she said, 'Mariel dear, I think we need to finish what we started in the back of the taxi', and stood up holding her hand out to me, which I took and followed her into the bedroom.I turned to. I finally got up the nerve to ask her if she had masturbated to any of the stories, and there was a delay before I got a response. I asked this, because after all, isn’t that the reaction a writer of these stories is hoping for? That the reader becomes so involved with the characters and the plot that they “project” themselves into the story, and receive pleasure from them? For a while, I thought I had frightened her off; but then I got her answer. She had rarely masturbated before, she told. Something wasn't right. That wasn't coral she was sitting in. It was moving--waving in the gentle current--like tentacles. Like a sea anemone, he thought. But that couldn't be right. Sea anemones were tiny blobs of tentacles kids poked at in rock pools. This was the size of a man and with orange-pink tentacles a few feet long.The girl's eyes opened.Rob's mouth opened in shock and bubbles of precious oxygen escaped his lungs.Her eyes were black like marbles made out of coal. Shark-eye black..