I turned to the steps to see Michelle slowly walking down them. She was dragging Jacks shirt down the steps behind her. Daddy for get his shirt, Mich...lle said handing me the shirt. Why, Mommy crying? Michelle asked. I just stared at her not knowing what to say to her. Janet picked her up and asked her if she had any of that tea left upstairs. Michelle shook her head yes, as Janet ran up the stairs with her in her arms. I followed slowly up the stairs as I went into our bedroom. Well maybe it. Wake up” she yelled into my shoulder whilst lightly hitting my leg rapidly, I could feel her tears wetting my skins. I tried everything, movement, speech, even to wet myself, anything. I mentally sighed, but I took hope in the fact that I had regained my sense of touch as well as hearing and smell. Not sure about taste, no one had shoved anything in my mouth yet...give them time...Dan had had to go back to his home, his parents where getting worried that he was spending to much time at the. Yes, books. Although he was perfectly good with a computer, the kind who’d teach himself how to program it, he’d rather read an actual book than surf the Internet. He wasn’t interested in Facebook, or Twitter, or any of those things. Didn’t even really like to watch TV or movies. When he did, he was always trying to figure out how he would re-write the scripts to make them better. Or how he would re-cast the roles. His imagination served as his movie theatre, and it was one with few limits. He. I don’t know it’s right or not.I slowly moved to her jeans. I opened it and took it away through her legs. Now she was only in a black panty. I moved a little away and viewed that marble sculpture. Long brown hair, white face, red lips, cute milk pots, well shaped navel with a small umbilicus. Her legs were waxed and I became mad. I slid down her panty. Then started to kiss her legs. First left one and then the next. Her shining legs were drawing me wild as I kissed madly. I moved to her secret.