I could access all that kind of information withjust a thought, as well as knowing how to dance backwards in heels, andhow to act on dates! Dates? Ye...ah. Like that's gonna ever happen! Man!When I finally get my hands on that miserable Dr. Fine, it's gonna takemore people than there are to pull me off of him!I mean, I guess all this girl stuff would be okay for someone whowanted to be one, as if that could ever happen, but for someone whonever wanted it and was forced, by circumstances to become. I’m so turned on I can’t feel my panties getting absolutely soaked as she’s playing with my chest. I let my hands do some roaming of their own, her waist her hips her thighs, and just when she’s not expecting it I pull her thigh up so she practically straddling me, and flip us so she’s pinned against the wall. She gasped a little which was the hottest thing! I tease her just a little and then I kiss her deeply and make my way down her neck to her chest. And that’s where she stops me My. And some matching underware thongs and bras. When we got back I told her to put them on. Wow she looked amazing. We went back down to the bar and chatted. We spoke about relationships and admited she had never met a black guy and her family was fairly old school about it so she hadnt told them. She said she was looking for a full time relationship and said she would have to tell her family about me as she had strong feelings for me.It was about 6pm and had just finished eating we went back to. And, of course, I awoke with another raging erection. Then I remembered the dream. “Eww! Tabatha?” The idea of my sister as a sex fantasy was repulsive to me then – at least, to my waking self. My friends at school talked about models and celebrities and there were plenty of girls to fantasise about, day and night. But Tabatha? The second thing that disturbed me was that I dreamt of fingering her. This struck me as a slightly disgusting act and I was a bit embarrassed that I should.