"I knew what he meant but my daughter was there so didn't say anything and just lay there.When my daughter saw that I wasn't replying, she said: "Help...him, mom. We know you love us." So I asked him to sit on my stomach, as that would allow him to feel my whole body.He sat down on my stomach, placing his balls on my pubic hair and started masturbating and touching my body, while his sister watched him.He started playing with my whole body, except my cunt, and within a minute or so came all over. Then went to the terrace and waited. As I saw mom near the stairs I moved and cried out loud. She came running I wore a loon key and misplaced it a little, so that she could see my underwear but she did not even look there but came fast to me asking what had happened. I told her it was cramp (dad was a gym worker before and he used to have a lot of cramps and mother used to massage it hard till the swelling goes) so she asked me where it was. I said I could not show it to her and to call dad. The moment you gave them names, they lost their full potential, and they now couldn’t stand a chance against any of their sisters. If I suspect you are attempting to use your empathic abilities against me or my girls, you will be brought to me as a mindless slave and spend the rest of your life as a test subject for the young ones to learn how to program. Goodbye, Timothy Jasper Brandton. I hope to never see you again.”I didn’t give a response since he expected none and didn’t move until the. The bike when I collected it had a leaking fuel tank with a hole puncturing top and bottom of the tank and a spike protruding through the tank top the seat front, blood on the seat said it was an injury to the crutch. Toby and I pushed that little bike home, where we put it into the garden shed, its usual location. Toby went home, and I leapt on my bike and pedalling furiously was soon at the hospital. I found my very distressed mother on Florence Nightingale ward, father in surgery, though she.