Baxter had been friends for nearly seventy years since meeting at school when they were 5. I kept looking at the diary and then he said, “I’m sure...you can use that eh, Donna” “Of course, thank you so much”. He then said, “Right I’m going for a bath”. I drank my pop and smoked my cigarette and was talking to Albert when it became apparent that he could see under my skirt from where he was sat.It reminded me when Mr. Baxter’s family had fucked me a couple of months ago. I knew what I was doing. God was she sexy. My sister was about 5'2" 110 lbs with what I thought was a perfect shaped bubble butt. I would slap her on it every chance I got. I thought that at 19 she was about the most beautiful girl in the whole city, with her friend Sara-Jean a close second.As I walked in she said, "I see you're right on time. "I answered back." How do you know who this is? You have your back to me. "As I was coming up behind her I said," I might be the neighborhood molester coming to pay you a visit.". She walked towards him and he rose from the chair. Then, she reached over and in a swift motion scooped Paul up and carried him to the bed room. Again, he felt completely overwhelmed by her strength and power. Weighing in at nearly 180 pounds, she lifted him like nothing, without even breaking a sweat."Your little `superheroine' would like to ravish you, stud. Think you can keep up with me?"He smiled and said "I will do my best." Quin grinned. "You'd better put that big dick of yours to good. “How did this happen”, she asks concerned while inspecting with her mirror. “I would rather not get into it other than I have been careless”, I confess remorsefully when she removes the mirror. Feeling tears welling up, I try to repress them. Hoping that she believes the truth I wish was a lie. “You should take better care of yourself”, she chides as she reaches for the probe on the tray. Me too I try to convey with my sorrowful gaze. A small amount of guilt washes over me. I did not wish to.