That morning I found an opportunity. I dropped a trinket – a fluffy cat toy – so that it bounced down the stairs and to my mother’s feet. “Oop...,” I cried, “Pussykins slipped!”Mum looked up the stairs to my voice, and was treated to a sight that momentarily paralyzed her: her erotic fantasy of a daughter wearing only a long shirt and nothing else! Frozen to the spot as he was, I was able to wander casually downstairs, turn around on the landing right in front of my mother, and bend down fully to. When I arrived, a smile and pajamas on, I heard a strange sound coming from his room. I almost entered to see if something was wrong, but something kept me from doing it, instead I listened closer. I heard moans, soft ones, coming from his room. Strangely, I also heard my name. ‘Beverly, oh fucking sweet sister, suck my cock – fuck me with your tight virgin pussy!’ He was saying. I don’t know how he knew I was a virgin, but he must have guessed. I was struck by the way his voice resounded. Skeeter did a real good job of raping me. He bucked up into me over and over as deep as his cock would reach, sending me higher and higher until I knew would only be a few more seconds before I peaked."Harder!" I demanded, letting the slut completely out of her cage. "Dammit, fuck me harder! Give me all of that hard cock. I want all of it! Yes! Like that. I want to feel you cum in me. I want your hot stuff all up inside me. I want you to give me every drop you've got in those big balls."Skeeter. ”“It’s going to be a vanity pressing Joe.”“Right. You’re not planning on stealing her songs?”Eddie chuckled, but got serious. “It’d never work. There’s an innocence to them. Maybe she sings and writes lyrics better than any 8 year old should, but it’s all about her being a kid.”Joe nodded. “So that means, if she sticks with it, when she’s old enough that people aren’t skeptical that someone who can sing and write lyrics like that could exist, she’ll probably not be able to sing these songs.”“I.