”I knew that if Darlene wasn’t under arrest when she walked out the front doors of the building, she’d never be heard from again. She was ready ...o retire. Jen knew it, too. It was Mr. Davenport’s decision.I went home. The black walls of my apartment were suddenly oppressive. I stumbled back against the curtained doorway, grabbing the fabric as I fell to my knees. The rod pulled away from the wall and fell next to me. That was all it took. I screamed at the top of what voice I had left and began. Would you like something to drink? Water perhaps?” she asked jokingly.George smirked. “Actually, I am a little thirsty.”Alison minced her way nursing the fragile flame from a candle. When she left the room, George leaned over to where his backpack sat next to the couch, silently retracted its zipper enough to slide his hand inside.Sheets of rain fell outside and the humid wind strained through crevices in the old, drafty structure as Alison groped in the dimly lit closet for a towel. It looked. . had my mind envisaged Jess acting out my own yearnings for Dan, when I was her age? Just what did I want them to be doing upstairs together? As I place down her school blazer I see my hands are trebling at that prospect.Quietly, I make my way up the stairs to the landing. Creeping up to Jess's bedroom I can hear his deep soft voice reading from the storybook. The door is ajar and I peek through the crack. I clearly see him sat by her bedside holding the book on his lap. Jess is in bed and. I slipped them down and they rolled due to the heavy secretions. I walked across the floor naked, my nipples like pink hard rocks, my secretions flowing freely and running down my inner thighs.My knees felt weak as he took my panties and opened them up, peering into the crotch, his finger scr****g the gusset and as I watched, my thick secretions built on his finger nail.He looked at me toe to head and back down again, I shivered. 'Go lie on the bed Mariel, put your ankles in the stirrups, and.