I started to play with Sarahs pussy a little. Yeas she was ready for more action alright. I switched out into the t-shirt and leggings and done a floo... show which I recorded. Sarah was getting turned on by this. I changed again for the school dress and pink panties and performed another floor show as well as some photographs. I had plenty of material as well as moist underwear to show for it. I changed to the two piece bikini and ran the shower over her primed body for the wet effect. It had. We could all have been hurt. Oh, you're hurt, let me help."We finally found where I was bleeding. The round had pinched the flesh where it hit and moved sideways tearing the skin. I had Sandy tear off the tail of my shirt so I could hold it over the tear. Sandy used his phone to call in an incident and to get a clean up crew out. Meanwhile sirens were coming from at least two different directions.Sandy and I joined with the Imam and the other men who had been in the conference room in the front. Only when she had matured had her body grown into its height. Her hips rounded and her breasts bloomed and what once had been awkward long limbs had turned into shapely, desirable legs. Only this new development had given her more trouble than her childhood woes. Even with her unwomanly height, the shirt brushed past her knees and her body was easily hidden under the mass of fabric that hinted at a broad chested owner. The small comfort of the large covering was greatly overshadowed by the new. He stepped up behind her and kissed her neck. She turned around and smiled at him. ‘Hi,’ she said, unsuccessfully hiding the shakiness in her voice. Donald frowned kindly and asked, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Rachel answered, averting her eyes. ‘Come now, tell me,’ Donald coaxed. ‘I don’t know,’ Rachel answered. ‘Everything is fine. I’m feeling stronger, I have a beautiful baby and a husband who works hard to take care of me, I’m back to work…’ she burst into tears. ‘My life is wonderful!’.