He did some sort ofmartial arts, I've seen him in his white robes and black belt, and workedout a lot. I didn't know much else about him but he made s...ure people didtheir job, no one was bullied or mistreated, and didn't take sides -other than the side of keeping the business going smoothly.So I wasn't particularly nervous but damn well knew that I'd get somesort of gentle probing as to why my work had fallen off, what wasbothering me, etc. I had a story worked out about girlfriend trouble. "I want to try kissing, but this time I'm going to place my tongue with yours and massage it."Dawn nodded. She was willing to learn anything that her s!ster brought upon her. Buffy smiled realizing that she got her s!ster where she wanted her. Buffy began kissing Dawn again, but this time parted open Dawn lips with her tongue and found its rightful place with her s!ster's. As both tongues massaged feeling the other both women were feeling the heat rising in their bodies. Buffy couldn't hold. ”“The whole topic of ‘repressed memory’ is pretty controversial. I’m not sure I buy it, though I could see events that occurred very early in childhood being vague, or perhaps missing. And our memories are tricky things. Even eyewitnesses confuse or misremember things which occurred just a short time earlier. In your case, your first sexual memory seems a bit later than usual.”“You’re talking about possible sexual abuse?” I asked. “And that’s why you asked about my first sexual feelings!”“Yes. Mila was smiling and entering the bathroom, covering her chest with a towel. We could see my cum was dripping through her hips. I told them I was not hungry at all. Still, the girls feed me while I was laying on bed. Mila was holding me in her lap and chest, wrapping me around with her legs. Nila was feeding me. I asked Mila to be naked around me all the time, they were laughing.We talked about an hour, I asked Nila to be naked as well. Both girls were holding and kissing me. I was kissing.