We made it back to the house and I was shocked when we arrived. Television news vans lined the streets.Louise stated the obvious, “Auntie Masha, it ...ooks like the television stations have finally figured out your home address.”I complained, “This is the last thing I want to deal with today!”Then I notice the police are back in front of my house so I looked at Louise and asked, “Louise, will you please ask the police to make the television stations leave?”Louise laughed, “No way Auntie Masha!. He must have thought I was objecting, because he took his hand away. "No-ooo Darling," "please don't stop."I said, almost begging. He moved his fingers back up my thigh until he touched me again. What had been a light touch before now was much more forceful. His finger began sliding back and forth which had the effect of making me wetter and also began to push my tights and knickers between my lips. I knew this had gone much farther than I should have allowed, but I was very close to losing. Heavens, no one wore a full slip any longer, not even my mother who at the time was in her seventies."I'm, sorry, dear," I told her gently, "but I'm going to have to ask you to remove your blouse and your slip as well." I figured with a full slip the child probably was wearing a thong or might even be commando due to the topical rawness of her wounds. I was wrong. I also did not know that pantaloons such as she was wearing were still made for women. Legs banded with elastic stopping just above. He got in his 99 Civic and drove out of his drive-way. He kept thinking the time was here! And he was really glad he was about to get laid by a 14 year old girl. Once he got there he didnt seen her. Until he got out, he walked down the dark ally and finally saw her against the wall. She had a tight, leather skirt on, very short, and her hair was nicely curled up. He told her how hot she looked and where they were going to do it. She told him there was a couple spots they could do it, his car, a.