Andrew's voice intruded suddenly. "What was that? I didn't hear youproperly." I looked at him realising I must have spoken aloud. "I'm falling asleep....That's all." Trying desperately to cover up. "That's OK, I'll wake when we are near." I closed my eyes feelingmy face redden. My thoughts wandered again quickly. I realised that my pantieswere damp. Another day. "So why are you here?" I was unable to read Susan'sface. I was standing in her downstairs lounge. It had been the first time thatwe had. He was so faithful about picking me up and choosing somewhere that he thought I'd like for lunch. We did enjoy those Friday outings, and I was so grateful for each and every one.I spent time remembering my big buddy, Benjamin. There was so much to work with when I thought about him, that I could have spent the entire night remembering our good times, together.Before I realized it, I had fallen asleep, and I was dreaming.I dreamed of Catherine's killing. It hurt as much in a dream as it did. I have heard you telling Mommy that you love looking at girl’s panties because being a boy you hardly ever see any. After that I would let you look at my panties occasionally. You always seemed to like to look whenever I open my legs for you. Mommy doesn’t know that I show them to you. Anyway I had a friend take pictures of me in all of my panties and then I took pictures of her in all of her panties too. I have four more friends lined up to take pictures of. That is if you like these and want. Taking hold of his cock, he felt around for the entrance. God, she was tight! His fingers splayed the opening wide enough for him to get the tip in and, once it was in, it was an easy job to thrust in to her right to the hilt, but he forced himself to slow down and only go in a small way."Stop it, Uncle Gil. Stop it, its hurting me. I dont want to," Becky protested.Suddenly he lost patience. Getting off her, he dragged her to the armchair and threw her across an arm. Raising her nightshirt, he.