He searched around in the dark and found her panties she'd been wearing that night and quietly snuck into the bathroom. He stripped naked and sat on t...e toilet and placed Dana's dirty, sweaty panties over his face, making sure the gusset was right over his nose, and began to tease his cock to erection. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten it up twice in one night, and was shocked to find he was rock hard again after a few strokes! Jim furiously pounded his pud, all the while sniffing. She rushed past me and my "What's wrong?", and headed for the bedroom."Stevie stop!"She stopped in the bedroom doorway but didn't turn around. She didn't stop crying either. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. She stiffened at my touch. I kissed the back of her head. She stood frozen. At this point a little devil dude and a little angel dude appeared one each on my shoulders and commenced to fight world war three. But unlike in the cartoons, they didn't throw verbal jabs. I could feel my fight-or-flight instinct wanting to take over. Her eyes pleaded with me, wanted me to help her find her home. I retreated a few more strides. She followed me, her eyes pleading for my help. She reached out with both hands and I anticipated something terrible was about to happen, as if she was going to take me down to the Hell she inhabited. ‘No,’ I screamed, anticipating being touched. I closed my eyes and prayed to my patron saints and Jesus Himself for help. ‘Hey kid,’ I heard. ” Once she’d finished Wendy’s face and scalp, she calmly unbuttoned the smock shirt and pulled it off Wendy’s right shoulder and arm. That exposed her right breast, but I just pulled the other side of the shirt over and held it in front of her while Mom worked the salve into her arm. “You’ve such beautiful skin, Wendy-bird. We don’t want it to scar.” She was so soft and gentle as she used the nickname from Peter Pan to comfort Wendy. When she’d finished with the salve, she pulled the shirt back.