But a sound caught her attention. The roar of anengine could be heard as she ran back to the window, seeing dust comingup the driveway. Her face lit u... at the sight and she took off towardthe door to her room, exiting onto an archway connecting the tower tothe main castle.There she watched, continuing to sing, as a white Ford Mustang cameroaring up the drive and stopping at the staircase leading up to thefront door of the castle.She watched, nearly breathless, as the door opened, and her. That was a different story.She moved her finger in circles inside her hot dripping wet cavity. One finger was always enough for her. Her vagina had learned how to adjust to the smallest hard item she could find to stick inside her pinkness. She found, when she was a teenager, she had that ability and thanked God that He had blessed her with such an adapting pussy.She moaned as she wiggled her finger inside her hot box and took her other hand and started rubbing her clit. Rubbing her clit always. I knew I was in trouble.The first stop made the day before had been to the downtown office of oneDr. Nathan C. Milton, Surgeon and Gynecologist. Dr. Milton was one ofVince's "customers" who although made a lot of money usually foundhimself in debt due to his gambling. He usually confined his gambling toone of Vince's private clubs and usually paid his bills, but as of latefound himself in dire financial straights due to several recent badpasses at the track. The interest on the loans were. Gifted Program here' madeanother foolhardy move. I filled the balloons with ice cold water; mylogic was that cold water would have less bounce than hot. All Iachieved was giving myself hypothermia. I mean what does a 12 year oldknow about thermodynamics? There goes another promising occupation downthe tubes.I concluded the only viable career path left open to me was as a'village idiot'. Unquestionably I had demonstrated I was fullyqualified for that job.Being a slow learner but not a total.