What's her name?"It took me a moment to compose the right expression, "Her name was Allison."She gasped and put her hand on mine. "Oh David, I'm so so...ry. Me and my big mouth..." It's okay, Doreen. Like you said, I never told you, so how would you know?" You miss her a lot, don't you? I can see it in your eyes." Yeah, I do." That much was true even if she was still alive. I'd been missing her ever since the night Britney was kidnapped ... Jesus, was that really only... seventeen days ago? How. Harry spoke of her almost reverently, like he was in the presence of a Goddess. Rachel became very comfortable in front of Uncle Harry’s camera, and she looked forward to their now almost daily photo shoots after supper each night. Rachel was open to just about any suggestions that her beloved Uncle Harry could come up with, and Harry was very creative, as usual. She was so open minded and trusting, that she quickly became enmeshed in Uncle Harry’s fantasy world. Besides her being introduced to. “…Lindsay.” I answered as if I had to think about it. “Aren’t you going to pee? You seem to be…” She cut me off.“Finger Fuck me, Lindsay.” She burst in a winded breath.In a bizarre flash without a second’s notice, her silky fingers captured my hand from its guarded position and guided it forcefully into the meaty flesh of her cotton-covered chest. Her beautiful face demanded a kiss, leaning into mine, oh! And then the kiss; without hesitation, without thinking, with just a gasp. Her weight. “You would really like to watch another guy fuck me?”“I just think it would be really hot watching you get turned on and cumming. When we make love, I am concentrating on pleasing you and making sure that you are being satisfied, so I don’t always get the full enjoyment of seeing you get there. I’m not sure if that makes any sense. But to sit back and watch, maybe even direct... well, I just think that would be quite the turn on. Then after he was done, I would take my turn with you.”“And would.