“Stop,” he barked. Vincent was very good at counting and had soon learned her cycle. He knew that if he fucked her in the next couple of days with...the skins she had supplied, he would most likely get her pregnant. He guessed that was why they were all tampered with.He pulled out one of the new skins and handed it to her. “So tell me, what is wrong with that skin?” he asked her in a cold voice.She looked at him and then the skin. Her guilt was easy for him to read. She pretended to examine it. Geeky as I was, that's not to say that I wasn't otherwise a fairly normal kid. I had discovered masturbation when I was twelve, but while it felt good, I didn't really get it until I passed through puberty at thirteen, and had my first real orgasm. The stuff that shot out of my little pecker made a bit of a mess, but I quickly learned to deal with that.Along the way, I discovered my older brother's stash of porn, so that gave me ready fuel for my fantasies. I had also grabbed a tit here or. After calling the police to come take a report, Casey had called Judy in tears. She was scared, she said, when was Daddy coming home? "Matt," my wife said once she'd told Casey that Adam would be home in a couple of hours, "Go down and stay with Case for awhile. She's really shaken up." When I asked what was wrong, Judy told me the whole story. Afraid for the girl, I took off down to Adam's a few doors away without a second thought. Casey met me at the door in a cut off pink T shirt and. Finding none, she covered Marcie with a blanket and let her rest. Then she opened the curtain and asked them to give their statements for her report.When Marcie woke up she was a bit confused at first since she was not waking up in her own bed. The she realized she was in the nurse's office. Then she remembered the frogs and was glad she was lying down.Marcie continued to lie down for a while until she heard Angela's voice. It sounded like she was coming towards her so Marcie sat up.Angela.