I idealized her and would do anything for her.As kids, we would play together for hours. Mostly with her Barbie's. That was her favorite, so it was mi...e as well. During her teen years we would gossip about her classmates, the boys she liked, who was cute and was kissing whom. Even after she went away to college, we remained close, talking by phone once each week. Few understood our special relationship, but that didn't matter to us.After her final exams, she moved home for the summer to plan. Friday nights, after Alisha got off work, she always went to her yoga class, and took the shortcut through the park to get there. Grant decided that this would be the perfect time to take her, and do what he wanted. He liked them scared, no, wait, terrified. The way their breathing sped up, the small beads of sweat on their skin, it all added to the fun for him. He had always taken all of them to his lake house, about 45 minutes from the city. It was as secluded as you can get, and the. Mike wasn't fucking me, I realised in the normal sense of the way. He wasn't thrusting at me or surging in and out. No, what he was doing was holding himself rigidly still inside me. Why? I have no idea. But it was perfect, just right and so appropriate to what I wanted and needed. I wanted to savour and relish the feel of his hardened flesh inside me and I needed to revel in that sensation. But more so, with Carey cuddling me the situation called for that. The feel of a man inside me as a. " Is that all you want to do?" Mary asked with a smile as she raised her shirt so George could examine her bare stomach."For now," George said with a chuckle as he pressed his fingers against the thirteen year old's belly. "But I'm sure that will change if the results of your test turn out the way we expect - and if you're willing." Oh I'm willing," Mary said as George removed his fingers, "and I'm sure the test will turn out the way we expect. So what's the result so far?" Your stomach appears.