One night, when I was ten years old, I had a sleepover with my friend, Larry, at his house. When I arrived, I learned that his mother wouldn’t be home to supervise us and that we would be under the supervision of two female babysitters. After Larry’s mom left, Larry and I became quite hyper and uncontrollable. We shouted, wrestled, swore, taunted the babysitters, and generally acted like animals. Finally, we even wrestled with the babysitters. When I look back on it now that more than twenty years have passed, I realize that wrestling with those girls, who were in their early 20’s at the time, was one of the most e***** things I ever did. I can remember pushing one of them down on the bed, and I remember how she was able to overpower me by pushing her feet into my chest. I remember her clean white socks and her tight jeans. I remember the way her t-shirt clung to her s*** body. I remember her voice, yelling at us to settle down. I really wanted her to touch me. I wanted her hands or feet or anything else of hers on my c***. I didn’t know then what I know now, of course, and thinking about it now makes me wish I had rubbed her p****. I wish I had been able to f*** her. I wish I could have met her later in life and had amazingly rough s** with her. I still have dreams about her sometimes, and some of them cause me to c** in my sleep.