She leapt upto a sitting position on the edge of the bed, looking up at me withwide-eyed concern as the color drained from her formerly blushed face."...ou ... you wouldn't," she said in a near-whisper. "She would killme."I nodded. "Not to mention, I might even be so inclined to call TabbyJohnson and argue against her sister giving you a shot to be on thesquad."Now, I couldn't be completely sure what kind of a person Charlene was.Our lives had a lot of similarity, but that didn't mean that we. I read some nice things in your last letter. First, that Will is going to be able to make his way back to you. That will mean a lot to Erica and Willow. I know, you are now thinking why it would mean much to Erica. The truth is that the more I'm around my mistresses, the more I realize that they are two women with in many ways one heart. That connection is very special, and means that if Willow is worrying about something, Erica is as well. Both of my ladies want to know that Will is safe and. I could feel his hand sliding up the inside of my thigh so I spread my legs to make things easier for him and it wasn't long before he made contact with my shaven pubic area which caused indescribable feelings to flash through me. I eagerly unbuttoned my school blouse and removed it while the father pulled off my skirt leaving me only in my white socks and shinny black shoes. "Oh, Father," I moaned.He hitched up his cassock and slipped it over his head. "Oh, Father!" I gasped, the sight of his. Had it seen thousands of times in the mirror."Sean!"She flung herself into his arms. Enjoyed the strong embrace. Smelled hisfamiliar scent. Felt his familiar clothes. Looking over his shoulder shesaw the guest bedroom. Filled with the typical stuff a boy would gather.Things she helped to amass."I thought I lost you," he whispered in her ear."Me too," she equally quietly admitted."Trisha! Sean! Your breakfast is getting cold!"The shout belonging to their mother.Grinning, Trisha grabbed her.