It drives into me like a battering ram, impaling me, nudging itself deeper and deeper relentlessly.“Oh shit, oh fuck,” I chorus, and yeah, the nei...hbors’ neighbors probably heard me.I feel every ridge and every wave, every nudge against those places I thought were just not sensitive – boy, was I wrong. I claw my fingers into my bed sheets to hold on for dear life and bury my face into the pillow to muffle my moans, and to anchor my body to something because it feels like I am literally. We didn't go to sleep. Danielle was in a talkative mood and wanted ... I wasn't sure. It seemed like she just wanted to be petted. Like a cat."I shaved my legs this morning because I didn't want to scratch you up when I sat on your lap. Do you like them?" She kept hold of my hand as she ran it up and down her leg. Then she took my hand and held the palm against her face. "You have such nice hands. I got around front to watch you while you were cooking last week. You always wear gloves. Do you. I didn’t really notice much because as soon as I’d eaten breakfast, I went to my room and finished sketching in the details for my next painting on the canvas board. Ms. Clayborn would be surprised when I took a new finished painting to school with me after the break. I just hoped Annette and Morgan liked it.I found out soon enough. It wasn’t lunch time yet when I heard a shout from the entry and feet pounding up the stairs.“Honey, we’re home!” both girls shouted as they burst into my room.. ”“I should hope so.” The voice was Ava’s. She waswalking toward them, wearing a black interlaced posingsuit, which left all but her breasts and lower bodyexposed. It was cut to the waist on the sides, anddipped low in front. Her full, raised breasts werebarely concealed. Matching boots and kneepadscompleted the ensemble. “Mr. Bradley will certainlyneed an impartial official.” She bounded onto theapron, and leaped over the ropes. He noticed that therear.