He didn't want children. He had insisted that she have an abortion. If she didn't have it aborted, he would throw her out. She refused to end the preg...ancy.I told her that she should come and stay with me.The next day Debby showed up at my front door. She was standing there with her bags in her hands.Debby was about 5'6, with short golden blonde hair. She had a small thin build, smallish breasts, slim waist, round hips with a lovely firm butt and wonderful shapely legs. Her belly showed the. No one did." He hugged the little girl. "I will protect you always, but this is a huge thing we're talking about here. Please talk to the Pixies. You, your sister and your cousins arrived here, or rather, here when here was 72nd Street, in the middle of a stressful situation. We all bonded in combat, so to speak."He continued, hugging the tiny girl, but addressing the three others. "Your parents were going to have you live here soon enough and I was looking forward it. Mostly, anyway." He. "Oh fuck, Jerry, I need to lean back against the headboard." I released her foot as she wriggled her bottom towards the pile of pillows at the headboard. I climbed on the bed and crawled up until I could once again worship her foot. She leaned back with a contented sigh, again spreading her legs apart lewdly, her dress now scrunched up at her waist exposing her glistening mound and the delightful shadowy cleft between her buttocks. I watched, cradling her foot against my chest, as she returned. What more was there to do, to experience, to learn? What would be the point? This lasted for some weeks. Sometime afterward, I began scanning ads again. It was like a drug. I wanted to stop, but couldn’t. I found someone on Craigslist who wanted a CD. I was curious, and interested in the sex, and I wondered what I would look like, so I decided to buy some items, a black wig, sexy sleepwear, black stockings, red garter belt, black patent leather pumps, even some make up. I found it surprisingly.