You start at my toes working down to my calves slowly you make your way to my thighs, slowing down as your hands do my inner thighs. My legs part open...as your hands get closer to my pussy, I sigh as your fingers trace over my lips parting them open I feel your finger glide against the insides of my pussy. Rolling over my clit my legs open wider for you as your hand gently rub my aching pussy I feel your other hand moving to my breast, slow but firm your hands touch me sending me into a state. At almost fourteen, I am just barely starting to get my breasts. Little did I know that when my breasts started to form, that it would be the beginning of the worst nighmare of my life. It all started when I was getting ready for bed. My mother came in to braid my hair for the night or it tangled to much when I slept. When she finished I stood and she saw the wet spot on the back of my nightgown. Recognizing what it was, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathroom. Look at what you. Those are the three I talked to. We discussed the bug at Warren AFB. It would definitely be dead in two months after initial exposure. That was a month and a half from current. We could hold out that long. We discussed the re-commissioning of the base and disposal of any ABC munitions. The militia issue was side-stepped by re-commissioning ME as a Colonel, reassigning my service from Navy to Army with a mission of recruitment and training of a minimum of one company in strength and providing. " You don't know Paula then." I don't understand." She hates me." Paula?" She has a thing against men." Not that I've seen. She's pretty businesslike, but she's sweet." Vy's men." Vy didn't have any men in her life except you." I know. That's why you didn't know how Paula could be." When you didn't show, I thought about calling, but I guess I'm still a little paranoid." You still have Kenneth's computer phone?" I do. I use the computer for my stories and drawings, but the phone; I guess it.