"And your age?" Fifteen." Do you know what age is required in the United States to legally give consent?" Eighteen." Perfect," she said. "Moving right... along." She asked me the names of my parents and then my address and then the names of my sisters before I refused."Why are you asking me this?"She stared at her computer screen. "Your stepmother is Babette Franklin, and your stepsisters, from youngest to oldest, are Alexis, Bridget, and Sylvia. Your real sister is named Kaitlyn, and your mother. Actually, we had oral sex several times and a great deal of just groping and fondling during the day. He had my tits out quite a few times and, as you can see, left plenty of love marks to commemorate those occasions. He deepened the one under my left nipple each time, wanting it to last. We did seem to be insatiable, but I think that we both, consciously or unconsciously, were aware that our fantasy bubble we were in was going to burst soon.’ ‘Well, that certainly makes sense, and it was good. And let me share with you why.There was a time I would only write poems about women but it did notrelease my vision of how I see them as a whole so I started to create freeform art on them. I will not claim to be a Salvador Dali in any shape orform but it gave me a chance to express my love for women. I would takesome of my art markers and have one of my lovers at the time get naked andlay on the bed. I would draw designs on them for a couple hours or so.Each time, drawing something different,. Then a kiss, hot and wet on your neck on the right side just below the ear. Chills and goosebumps were your body’s response. Then it was gone, and it left you with a yearning. Sensing a pattern, you racked your brain to try to remember what the fingers did next. The hot breath on the hairline at the back of your head helped with the recollection: just hot breath, no actual touch, this time. Your body's involuntary reaction was the same, goosebumps and nipples hard enough to cut glass chills up.