”“Don’t worry about it now,” Cassandra said, kneeling next to us too. “Where are you hit?” she asked Dalton.“Left side,” she said. “...ullet didn’t penetrate, thanks to the vest, but I think I still have a broken rib or two.”“We shouldn’t move her anymore,” I said without really thinking. “We could cause further damage.”“We have to get her away from the door,” Cassandra said. “Whoever shot her might knock it open.”Dalton pulled out her side arm and tried to cock it. “Let ‘em try.” She couldn’t. She had grown into a really sexy woman, with E cup tits (I had looked at the label on her bra in the laundry hamper a few nights earlier). She also worked out a lot, and had a lovely flat stomach and a firm round ass.Every evening she would walk around the house in a pair of thin, almost sheer pyjamas that clung close to her body, so close that I could easily make out the smooth outline of her vagina, clearly clean shaven as the smooth profile of the fabric revealed. I am sure that she had. It’s about becoming an educated young woman.”Kendal never took her eyes from him and placed her right hand in his. He pulled her closer ever so slightly; she moved closer to him.Their hands tightened.“I know you want me to learn and grow, but the work is so hard. I have to work and work and work ... then there is practice ... all I ever do is work...”Kendal started to sob; in a flash, she was in his arms being held and consoled as delicate tears started to appear on her cheeks. Kendal wasn’t. Jack is the perfect photographer. He was always a camera nut since he was 10 years old. They had recently bought him a brand new digital camera for christmas. She was always close with her k**s and felt like she could tell them anything but this wasn't just any regular thing. She had to think of a way how to approach her son with this. She knew he wouldn't get turned on by her, since moms are probibly the last people young boys would get turned on by....so that made him the perfect candidate..