Beautifully coloured shimmery material shines up at me; the chest is filled with silk dresses. I gently lift out the one nearest to the top. It's navy... blue with a plunging neckline, flared skirts and a lace back. Running my fingers along the intricate patterns which make up the lace I am astonished to find that is made of finely spun silver. How the silver is attached to the silk, I have no idea but the effect is breath-taking. "You made this?" Again I am astounded that something so utterly. I adjusted the position of my legs to try and conceal the soon-to-be bulge that would appear between my legs. She yanked the cork out of the bottle, giving an exaggerated orgasmic moan as she did, and began to fill the two glasses.“There you are,” Aimee said, handing the full glass to me. She sat close to me on the sofa. She smelled as amazing as she looked. I took a sip of wine as Aimee rested a soft hand on my knee.“You seem nervous?” she phrased it as a question.“I am a bit,” I admitted.“Me. " Huh?"Debbie shook her head. "I was an asshole, Jim. I abused her. I think I may have even abused you, but not very much. You were just a kid. Even when I didn't abuse them..." Debbie ended with a sigh."What happened?"Debbie sighed. "Why should I tell you?" There's somebody who is trying to ruin people's lives. You've done things like that, and you seem sorry now. I've done things like that, and now I'm trying to make things right. This other person tried to rape your sister."Once again,. Every night, I'd lay awake in bed, imagining him with me. I'd fondle myself, pretending it was his hands, his lips, his manhood, pressing into me. I'd orgasm while fantasizing him above me, his long hair swaying back and forth as he thrust into me again and again, pumping his seed into me, making me pregnant with his son. And when the waves subsided, I fall into a deep depression, knowing that it would never be.Or so I thought."Jack!" I knew he'd hear the cry. It was another late night and we.