She wanted to be touched and fondled! Who knew what might happen if her Daddy was not around to stop the fondling?That thought grew on her, 'What woul... it be like to be in the grasp of black men when no one was around to stop them?'That thought sent a pulse throbbing in her loins as hot as any time when she had been groped down there."Oohhhhh, God. Stop! Oh that's that's... Ahhh!"Hayley squirmed at the sound of her sister's squeals. She could no longer sit quietly in her room. She opened the. ” Linda stroked the girl’s brown hair with her left hand. She wanted nothing more than to feed Olivia. “Sssshhhhhhhh.” The cross caught the light and flashed at her. Was this part of God’s plan? Linda wasn’t so sure, but if Pastor Neilson’s protective cross allowed it to pass, it might be okay.Olivia hung half off the bench. Linda reached down and pulled her so that the lower half of Olivia’s body curled on the bench next to Linda, while she continued to suckle. They were now both more. She was a brunette, full bodied with an angelic face and ENORMOUS breasts. Mine were just beginning to show signs of budding and I was SO jealous. I was a very small girl then; thin as a reed, no hips and about 135 cm tall. Once, as she lent over me to fetch the lunch tray, I pinched her nipple through her dress and bra and got slapped on the arm for the trouble. She apologised and stuttered something about me causing her pain. I KNOW she lied since I had been very gentle. I sulked, but. That's what it said on his toe tag. I remember touching his foot, callused and cold, and feeling a delicious rush of excitement.I slid my hand up under the sheet, feeling along his cold, hard leg. He was like a statue, only softer. Uncle Mike had showed me how to massage out rigor mortis, so I'd touched corpses before.But never like this.I moved up and looked at the lump, then put my hand on it. It was hard and rigid and I very nearly came just from touching him.I kissed him. Yes, that's sick,.