But as I looked down on this tangled mess of a girl half my age, red hair chaotic and wild on her pillow, little black strip of an adult dress riding ...erilously high on impossibly long legs, I made the fatal mistake of hesitating, of thinking twice.She unfolded from her curled up position, legs stretching out to me, reaching for me. One heel shifted slightly, and her legs teased open just a fraction. And I froze. How did she know to move like this? To move her body in exactly the right way to. She gathered up an armful of TV dinners and headed for the fridge. She had a side-by-side model and as she opened the freezer side, a wave of cold met her from head to toe. She closed her eyes and reveled for a moment in the blessed relief. She wished she could just climb in. She piled the frozen food in. When she was done, she grabbed a towel from the counter next to her and a handful of ice cubes from the ice box and made herself an impromptu ice pack. She took the ice pack and walked out. Or at least what was left of it. There would be no way for her to see Mark alone now. From this point on she wouldn’t be able to escape the eyes and ears that would no doubt be following her every move. She got out of the car and looked at her new “home”. Dread and fear filled her. For a few seconds she couldn’t move, just stare at the place that had just become her prison. “Come inside my dear. I hunger for you.” She shuddered knowing that once again she would be giving her body to such a. " Nothing happened back then. And you were only ten tears old." Sure, nothing happened that you saw. Maybe I was only ten but I had tits and I was getting hair on my pussy... and I used to listen to you giving it to Bridget while I fingered my pussy and imagined you were fucking me."The man's prick jumped involuntarily at the thought of his sexy, little sister in law masturbating and Janice felt it."See... that turns you on doesn't it. Just like you used to get turned on back then. I knew how.