She stood up next to the bed waiting for me to make the next move. I wanted tocome at that moment but I knew that that would ruin the moment. She said... "Comehere and do to me what you want to do."I slid over to the edge of the bed and began rubbing her legs with both hands.I wanted to throw her on the bed right then and there but I knew that that wasnot what she wanted. She wanted to build up slowly. I moved my hands to theoutside of her dress and found my way to her tits. I pulled them out. Her mother agreed with what Ellen considered to be uncharacteristic alacrity, and the young girl readied herself. She got a little bag of her things and toilet articles together, and went over to the Carters almost immediately after coming home from school on Friday.The afternoon seemed to go along in a relatively mild, innocuous fashion. At dinner they explained to her that they were celebrating Maxwell's birthday with champagne.Ellen had never drunk champagne before, nor for that matter any. Their gentle caresses were enough to make my mouth water, so, I decided to make myself known. "Hello there!" I typed. (Now, at this point I'd like to say that I simply don't remember all of what was said, but I can kinda recreate the scene) "Hey, hey," they waved as they replied, and blew a kiss at the screen. The room gave a list of what they would do for however much money. Such as anal for $25, or kissing for $5. I ignored it, like I always do. "How are the two of you beautiful girls doing. "Do you know the name of the girl who was assaulted?" Harlan asked."Bill does. It's Brigit something ... Stends something," I answered."Would it be Stenstrom?" Harlan asked, clearly interested."Yes, that was it, Stenstrom," I said."I know the family," Harlan said. "Her father is our supplier of chemicals for pest and disease control. They live near Davis where his business is located."He went to the phone and picked it up, speed dialing a recorded number."Jan, it's Harlan Cummings. How are.