They were trying to get ahead on their mortgage, so she took a double shift, when she could. The Hazel eyes and red hair, in my crotch, belonged to th...ir seventeen year old adopted daughter, Molly.I knew her well, as she had been baby-sitting my Bobby since she was born, and she was14 and she was in and out of our house, as if it were her own. Molly had become attached to me, in a way I hadn't understood, for the first year or so I'd known her. Then, summer before last, I'd gone to our fence to. Lucky for me they stayed out the whole way. I had ash and Jessica tied them to trees then had ash tie Jessica to the stump from the fallen tree log that was next to it. I got the dolls ready and placed the hair from Britney's sister inside one and then took a hair from my mom and dad and put them in two other dolls. three dolls for tonight.I turned to Jessica. "I'm going to use your virgin blood to make these dolls I'm not going to touch your hymen ever you are now my blood bank so that I can. I'd respected that privacy wish, though I dreamt of meeting her in person. When she tanned nude, so did I. When she masturbated on the pier, my fingers had brutally attacked my nipples and pussy, leaving them so sensitive the slightest touch would set me off. Now, she stood at my door, beautiful in light summer frock over a white bikini. I was so shocked, I was frozen to the spot, speechless. "Can I come in," she asked, her voice as heavenly as her body. "Wha'...oh, I'm sorry. Yes, of course.. He was thankful he hadn't seen anyone on the stairs. It wasn't much past six o'clock, and at this time in the evening there were usually a few people climbing or descending the stairs that ran up the center of the small building. But not this evening. He knocked on the door. After a long moment the door opened and Irma stood there smiling at him."Hello, George."He mumbled at her. "Hello, Irma." He walked into the foyer, and then he stood there waiting while she closed and locked the door behind.