He doesn't move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into your soul, and you desperately want to say something to break the spell... but you can't fi...d your voice. Something primal in the depths of your being doesn't want to move or speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are strong, rough hands... a. We have the same Mum, but her father ran off when Tabatha was still a baby. My Mum didn’t have much luck with men when she was young and after my Dad died she gave up on men and raised us on her own. She had boyfriends from time to time, but never anything too serious. Mum kept in shape by running. She was in her shorts and running singlet now and I noticed for the first time that morning that her figure was as slim and curvy as Tabatha’s. The same narrow waist. The same creamy . .. “It certainly wasn’t. But we were the first ones to make her feel loved. Now it’s time for her to have her first taste of true pleasure--don’t you think she should get it from us? The only ones who make her feel so safe and love her more than anything in the world?” She crouched down and fluttered her eyes at my crotch. “You’ve got to admit she’s growing into such a beautiful young woman.”I sighed. “Oh… you’re right. That does sound beautiful.” Our pretty Ruby deserved to be properly. "You never made it with your brother the way Donna did. Shit, I'll bet you never even laid another woman, did you?"Frank had to chuckle at his brother's innocence. Gloria had on more than one occasion showed that she could get off as well with another girl as with a man. He tried to tell Gerald about it but the boy continued his teasing ways. Obviously he still felt childish with Gloria, had to assert himself."Did you really go to bed with another woman?" Donna asked, finally coming out of her.