” Maggie pulled her t-shirt down over her naked body, and rolled onto her aside away from Molly. They slept on the sheet, covers kicked off the foot...of the bed.“Fine,” said Molly, frustrated by her sister blowing her off. She laid back thinking of her own virgin pussy which had become moist watching her sister live out her dream. She didn’t quite understand it all, but it felt good. Her older sister had matured quickly over the last year, growing to 5’6” with full firm breasts and a tight round. A small ripple of sensation rushed through Jenny’s body as her hands brushed against her newly enhanced breasts. Although this sensation was a shock it was a far from unpleasant feeling. In fact it felt great and Jenny had to summon up all of her resolve to resist fondling her new assets. However this resolve was short lived and her wanton desire to discover the limits of this heightened sensitivity drove a stray hand to her right breast, lightly caressing it whilst her free hand homed in on. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"A sudden thought struck me, and I scooped up the phone again. Margay! I could call Margay. Margay would understand.I stopped, finger hovering over the button. No, I couldn't call Margay. Margay wouldn't understand. She wouldn't understand me screwing one of my son's classmates, a man fifteen years my junior. She wouldn't understand me driving my children away and ruining their lives. She wouldn't understand that, as much as I was crying over Jeff and Jenny, I was. Two policemen were still standing guard outside an empty hospital room.An unmarked van delivered Sabbath and me to the alley behind the Wrigley. Two armed KCPD officers escorted us as I pushed the wheelchair into the freight elevator. It was three-fifty in the morning.The cops led the way into the loft, walked the perimeter, looked into both bedroom suites and the guest bathrooms, nodded, and left. I stowed the wheelchair in a closet. Sabbath had agreed to it as a condition of her medically.