And even when she didn't, the most clothing that she would ever wear to bed was a pair of panties. Even on the coldest of nights, she relied on her blankets and quilts to keep her nice and toasty. Lisa really wasn't a baby either--at least not in the true sense of the word. She was an 18-year-old girl, with the intellect of a 21-year-old, and the sexual knowledge of a 10-year-old. With this combination of traits, Lisa was also a walking-disaster waiting to happen. But right now, Lisa wasn't walking. It was a Sunday night--February 14th, 1988, to be exact--and she was sound asleep in her own bedroom, tucked safely under the covers of her own cozy twin size bed, and having one of those erotic dreams that had been plaguing her ever since she had reached puberty. Her erotic dreams always involved her playing the role of the young princess, who was rescued from her evil stepfather, the king, by some handsome young prince. Of course, the role of "the prince" was played by whichever boy at school that Lisa happened to have a crush on at the time. But even though "the prince" was always someone different, the ending to the dream would always turn out the same. teen The young doggystyle prince would whisk Lisa away from her amateur horrible existence, and they would end up passionately making love in the late evening on a secluded stretch of beach, with a full moon shining down on the white tops of the ocean waves, as they relentlessly crash and splash up against the rocky coastline. In her erotic dreams, Lisa also always envisioned herself as having long straight reddish-gold hair, and the hourglass-shaped body of a fully-grown, voluptuous woman. This was a far cry from the gangly, narrow-hipped, budding-breasted, almost-boyish body that Lisa woke up to in the mirror every morning. And she would have been extremely disappointed--and very upset indeed--if she could have looked into a crystal ball, and seen that, three years from now, her fully-grown woman's body wouldn't look that much different from the 18-year-old body that she now inhabited. Many times, Lisa had woken up from one of these erotic dreams to discover that her hand was already stuck in her crotch, with her fingers in auto-pilot mode, as they were deftly stroking away at her already-moist and blood-engorged vulva. Of course, once she was awake, she would simply continue to masturbate, until she had finally orgasmed enough that she felt satisfied, and could go back to sleep. Lisa didn't know that the sexual act she cumshot was performing in her bed late at nights was called "masturbation." She thought that is was called "playing with yourself," because in her past, when she was a young child, whenever her mother had caught her doing it in front of someone else, she would always tell Lisa not to play with herself. But Lisa didn't have any qualms about doing it in private, because her mother had told her that it was okay for her to do that. So Lisa would wake up from an erotic dream, and happily stroke herself from one orgasm to the next, without ever realizing what an "orgasm" was. Lisa only knew that whenever she "played with herself," it gave her these incredibly wonderful--and uniquely pleasurable--sensations that she would always look forward to experiencing, over and over again. And just like other normal healthy girls her age, Lisa absolutely loved to stick her fingers up into her own vagina, whenever she was masturbating. She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of having at least two of her held-together fingers inserted up into her vagina, as she was instinctively stimulating her G-spot with her fingertips. Whenever Lisa was playing with herself like that, she would always automatically tend to keep her eyes closed, while she vividly fantasized about what it would be like for her to actually have sex with a guy in real life. Hardcore At her mother's insistence, Lisa was home-schooled. This meant that she never got to take the standard sex education classes offered by the public school system where she lived. "Humans have little magic today, compared to the powerful figures of my time. I caught my breath on it, my entire being hinging on the exploratory tip of her tongue. His face moved down to her chest and he sucked the nipple Hardcore into his mouth. What if he sees up my shorts? Then she bleached her mohawk and tinted it torquoise blue. I rub her pussy for a few minutes. 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