Leaning out the ledge as I was, there was no chance of anyone seeing anything other than my face, so I felt secure enough to finger myself while watch...ng the people below. I was so into it that I never heard the click of the door as it opened behind me.I was rubbing my now swollen clit with one hand when I felt someone behind my back. A pair of hands softly grabbed my shoulders and I felt a hard cock poking against my ass."Stick that thing in my pussy, babe." I whispered, happy to realize that. Ben was of more or less English extraction, while Joy was a mixed-race Vietnamese orphan who had been flown out of Saigon as an infant in the last days before the city fell, enduring a plane crash along the way. Her build and features were slight and Oriental, if a little on the stocky side, but her skin was much darker than a typical Vietnamese. That didn't stand in the way of the older childless couple in Tucson who had raised her and loved her.However, kids who are a little different are. She could see the hands turning as she sprayed her hair, setting it in place. Ringlets fell around her face, shiny and healthy. He looked at her breasts, covered by fagile lace. Her mauve nipples were visible, and he thought back to the many times they had been between his lips. His tongue flicking across the firm peaks. He wondered how much her B-cup ‘breastitas’ would swell when she was with child. His child. He sighed in thought, a small smile on his face. Megan wrapped the cord around her. Then Uncle Randal said he could control you, Melissa, by pretending to protect you from Vivian and me. He was saying that he thought he could even get your legal proxy to vote until you were out of school. Then, I swear on our mother, he said that ought to be long enough time to arrange a little accident.”Melissa gasped and grabbed Jake’s hand. He didn’t know how much of Chip’s story to believe but had to admit it sounded feasible. In addition, if Chip were lying, he deserved an academy award..