"Like, whenyou were a kid?" I dunno, loads of things," Meredith replied. "When I was six I wantedto be a ballerina, then again I suppose most six year...old girls want tobe ballerinas." Some six year old boys, too," Janet whispered."Oh- oh god, I'm so sorry!" Meredith gasped. "I just forgot..." It's okay," Janet shrugged, smirking as Shannon entered the room andheaded to where the two women were stood. "It really is a compliment ifyou forget, you know?" Hi ladies!" Shannon said with a grin.. Haidee was reclining upon soft downy cushions, covered with blue satin spotted with silver; her head, supported by one of her exquisitely moulded arms, rested on the divan immediately behind her, while the other was employed in adjusting to her lips the coral tube of a rich narghile, through whose flexible pipe she drew the smoke fragrant by its passage through perfumed water. Her attitude, though perfectly natural for an Eastern woman would, in a European, have been deemed too full of. "Time to go home," Mrs Wilson said to Kirsty. "You'll see Charlottetomorrow." Okay," Kirsty sighed, glad that she had a friend again. They walkedtogether towards the front door. "Bye Charlotte." See you tomorrow," reassured Charlotte. When the front door closedCharlotte raced upstairs to get a discreet but longer view. The securitylight at the front of the house gave an illuminated view of events. Herheart sorrowfully sunk further into her chest as she watched Kirsty climbslowly into her. She didn’t know what hurt more, the cruelty of his cock slamming the entrance to her womb or the gaze of her sister as she was raped. She was holding onto the bed tightly, wishing her breasts would stop bouncing with every thrust. Marian was staring at her, knowing that it had to be really painful by the sounds her sister was making.“It feels good, doesn’t it? We’ve done this so many times, you must be used to it by now. The horror has dulled and now there is only the pleasure of the act. Come.