She had to be strong for her sister. She had to try to find their mom, then she would never ever try to even think about leaving her home ever again.R...se on the other hand had her head bent down low, with her back slouched and her fingers clutching the book tightly to her chest. Tears where cutting fress lines through the soot on the younger siblings face and she made no attempt to wipe them away. She walked close to her sister, her shoulder brushing her arm with every step. When they had been. “It’s delightfully wicked.”“That doesn’t sound like my kind of place at all,” was Dawn’s guarded response.Walking into the Lost Corner Dawn found it didn’t look like her kind of place either. If a phrase was hateful, crude, or sexual the Lost Corner had it on a T-shirt. Dawn looked with particular distaste at a hanging shirt with the image of a bloody knife and a pentagram printed onto it. Highlighted by the written phrase ‘I only do virgins’.“This place is awful,” Dawn declared.“Just wait.”. I grabbed his erect cock and was surprised at the life I felt in it. It was vibrating and throbbing strongly with his heartbeat. It was warm and soft, yet hard underneath -- far from the feeling I'd gotten when experimenting with my hairbrush handle.He told me to milk it, which I did. My legs were shaking so I leaned against him and he leaned against me as the last of the light faded away. We each had a cheek on the other's shoulder and it was wonderful to feel his soft, warm body against. He asked me what was wrong and told him of my flashback and that I was afraid. Matt asked me to lie beside him and we talked for a short time. I was wearing a camisole and could detect from the feel of his body that he was sleeping naked. I cuddled up inside his protective arms and drifted into a sleep. I awoke on daybreak, expecting him to be gone to work, but he had taken the day off to look after me. Matt was still asleep and could feel his erection pressing against my butt. I hadn’t seen.