Harley was talking about when they could find a place of their own, of when he was able to call her his wife and her call him her husband, she knew he...was holding back for her, but in her heart they were already there. That he wasn’t just her man or her lover. He was her husband in every bit of the word. She didn’t need a preacher, priest, or Buddhist monk to say the words to make it happen. ‘You have the oddest looking your eyes honey, it’s one I’ve seen glimmers of, but today it’s there. I've seen one before you know."I sighed softly and arched my back as I spread my legs obediently. Janetbent over and tenderly soaped my pee-pee until she grew hard again. Oncemy pee-pee was fully grown, Janet took her in her fingers and studiedher."She's a nice shape and size. I can see why Wendy and Harriet are so fondof you."I was shocked to realise that Aunty Janet knew about Harriet and me.Aunty Janet sensed my body tense and she looked into my eyes with aknowing little smile."You didn't. But if Jack ever expected her to bend over and let him sample her that way, he had another thing coming.That night, Mary tossed and turned a little. She was convinced it was nothing but insomnia, but her mind kept going over and over those girls in the stories. It was sick what some of them did. Innocent girls reduced to horny little fuck bunnies. Even thinking those words wasn’t usually in character for Mary, but that’s what they were. Susan and Candy, the others in those stories, they were. I had piano practice, house cleaning, homework, and cookingto take care of. I liked being Mother's little homemaker. The boysnever invited me out to play anyway so why not make my Mother proud ofme? One day I was wearing the apron over my shirt and jeans and spilled thelaundry soap on my pants. I took them off quickly and put them in thewashing machine. Looking down at my bare legs under that apron kind oflooked like I was wearing a dress. I don?t know why but I took a pairof Mother?s tights.