Cold, lifeless, clammy flesh.He took her. He took her there. The alley. She knew it was bad then, but she had no idea how bad it would get. Everything...happened so fast. One minute she was a normal girl, the next it all changed.She was 13. She spent her days at school, her afternoons with friends or at the mall, her evenings doing homework, and her nights watching the pointless soaps she'd taped during the day. Just a normal girl until he came.It changed quickly looking back. But at that moment. I stay still, relaxed. Feigning sleep, waiting for you.You pause in the doorway and I wait. Seconds drifting by... giving in, I wiggle. My mound rocking into the mattress and my fingers. You chuckle behind me, knowing how impatient I am.I look over my shoulder and invite, "Hey, sexy. Wanna join me?"Your hazel eyes meeting mine. You give me an evil grin and begin to shuck your clothes. I remain in place, watching. Clothes flying as you strip naked for me.My butt arching up just a bit as I spread. “You never got to feel my breasts Michael. Do you want to now? She asked.“Gosh ... that would be great!” I answered and started to reach out to her chest.She held up her hand, I stopped and she shed her halter top exposing her breasts which were at this point wrapped up in a quite utilitarian bra. At years old, sexy bras were not the norm in the sixties. Functional seemed to be the thing. Still, to me, I found her sexy as hell, and so did my dick, which was rising to the occasion. “Ok” she. Flo looked at how comfortable we were and so happy that we had formed a bond, her daddy used to cuddle her like this and she was so happy that we could replicate to make Megs feel more at home.“Do you remember when we used to cuddle like that and watch TV?” Flo asked reminiscing and I remembered it so very well and even felt my cock pulse against Meg’s arse.I was getting the impression that Flo remembered a lot from those early days and the secrets we had kept for 20 odd years.It had been.