A lot,” I said.“Thanks for seeing me, Steve. And thanks again for the bear,” she said.Kara turned and walked up the stairs and I went into the l...ving room to talk to her mom. Mrs. Blanchard offered me a cup of coffee which I gratefully accepted.“She needs professional help, Mrs. Blanchard,” I said.“You know what, Steve, please call me Nancy. It just seems stilted for you to keep calling me ‘Mrs. Blanchard’.”I nodded, “OK, then. Nancy, she needs professional help. I know you have a problem with. The asian girl had been washing down her body while Megan had hung limp from the ceiling and she figured she had to have been dreaming about that. As Megan was able to get her mind firing on most of the cylinders she finally heard the moaning. Remembering Molly she quickly looked across at her and saw she was alright. Though it was obvious that while Megan was out that her sister had been cleaned up and they had put her hair into a pony tail like the other girls.This made her remember what had. We stand under the spray and you clean me off. I am disappointed as I thought I would have release, but this was also one of our fantasies. You watching as I am fucked, not being allowed to orgasm. Standing under the shower as you wash the cum from my hair, I decide I don’t really like this fantasy anymore. I need release and am just frustrated. Lost in my thoughts, I don’t realize the shower is over. You are drying me with a super soft towel. You pick me up and carry me to your bedroom.“What. School had just restarted after the summer and we were both in 5th Grade of Junior High. Our school was a just-verging-on-old hell-holeish cesspool of scum located about five miles from our home and called Shermerson Junior High.I hated the school with a raw burning passion ever since my sister, Hannah, had told me of her many horrific and very few good experiences there. Of course not all her experiences were given as I would soon find out as I scarpered through the halls of Shermerson to get.