The tone of my nonsensical dream slowly changed to a flash flood of emotional remembering: excited fear of the first hand between my legs rubbing the seam of my jeans, nervousness when the first hand went up my shirt timidly holding my breast, anticipation from the first hand up my skirt after going to the movies, anxiety from the first fingers, other than my own, to slip down my panties,
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