" I finally said."She's been raped." Billy said."No shit!" I said. "Any fool can see that!" I placed the tea on the table with exaggerated slowness. "...hat the hell are you doing examining her? And why are you so pissed?" I looked from Billy to Dean."She's my sister!" Dean said at last.I blinked. I hadn't expected that."I spent some time in medical training in collage." Billy said to me softly.Then to Dean he said, "Not long enough to do what she needs! She needs stitches in her cunt Dean, she's. I went in my aunt’s home regularly. Her husband is a businessperson n life out of town. She has two kids one girl n one boy. Her daughter’s name is Kainat. She was 17 years old on that time. She is fair, 5 feet’s tall has a firm ass, and not so big but beautiful boobs. Now let us began the story which happened we (me n kainat) do not talk so much with each other because she is a shy girl. One day when everyone from my n her family was gone out of town to attend a marriage ceremony, she was. . 36-12-32."The streetlights flickered on and off, perhaps another omen. Melinda regretted that she had worn only her thin dress, but she enjoyed the stares she got from the boys as they stared at her breasts, proud and full. She knew the teenagers fantasized about her as they flirted with her when buying their tickets. A warm coat hung in her front closet and she thought of it each time a cold shiver ran down her back. The leaves, sounding like a carousel of applause, anxiously rustled. That is when I started fantasizing about Alison. It became a lot more than fantasy very soon. That is where my story really begins. Like us, Alison was married with two kids. She and her family lived across the cactus and mesquite lined streets of our quiet neighborhood of flat-roofed, slump-block, Santa Fe style houses. Her husband was a big jock type and I liked to imagine he couldn’t satisfy her. Alison was not a supermodel by any means, but had very nice silky toned legs and very nice ass.