Oh My God! I swore right then and there that when we caught those scum, no death would be too slow for them. They would not go to trial. Not only did ...hey not deserve a trial, there was no way I was going to make this precious girl get up on a stand and tell the world what they did to her. I wasn't even going to let her listen to others describe it.Becky and I agreed that we would just 'tape' everything and watch it later when we had more time, in private, and had a large wastebasket handy (for. The following day I repeated the same procedure. I arrived, and waited in my spot. Not five minutes had passed when I heard leaves rustle and steps approaching. I noticed a female figure, which I could tell from the long dark hair, and the simple, thin white cotton short dress older women use in the tropics to sleep or bathe in. As I peeked, her features became clearer, and I realized it was my nana. Nana was our former live-in nanny, we called her that. She had stayed to help my grandparents,. ” She stood up and turned towards the chair by the window, apparently she was serious about watching us as we learned how to pleasure each other.Carry stopped her, before she had taken the first step, her eyes pleading with our mom to be there for us. “Mom,” I heard her say, “Stay with us, please.” Our mother looked at her and I saw a tear of joy flow from her eye and run down over her cheek. “I took the roast out of the oven when it was taking so long for you to let Jerry in on our plan to. The next conscious moment was of a warm hand slidingover the welts on her thigh. The fingers traced thelengths of the raised bruises as a blind man readsBraille. She rolled instinctively towards the touch,opening her sore self once again to his pleasure. His hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing andprodding. As his fingers found the swollen and tenderlips of her cunt, their sleepy moans echoed the achingdesire kindling with the sun. She moved her hands above her head to grasp theheadboard..