As a girl I had been aware of him, this was nothing new, I had seen him nude as he had exposed himself to me when I was around seven, and even touched...me inappropriately as I slept in bed, but I never mentioned it, even back then as a young girl I had felt sorry for him, as he had never married, so I just accepted it and pretended it meant nothing.But now, at sixteen I was on my way to womanhood, half girl and half woman, I had different feelings now, a dull ache in my crotch, even my nipples. Marie knew that he did not feel for Jane, and she also knew that he would use her without any regard for her feelings.This realisation was killing Marie because she could see that the situation was not going to have a happy ending for Jane.She also knew that she had to do something to stop him from fucking her innocent daughter - but what could she do?Reluctantly, Marie realised that the only way to stop Brad from fucking Jane was to provide him with someone else to have sex with.First Marie. "You still keep in contact with him?" He shot at me quizzically, if he wasn't so damn cute I would have stubbed out my cigarette and gone back inside."We keep in touch when we can. Letters mostly." That's great, if you think of it be sure to say I said hi." It was an awkward silence then. I threw my butt down and we both walked to the entrance. He held the door for me and as I walked past him I could get the manly scent of sweat, my conflicted brain didn't know what to think. I was attracted to. I watched several minutes as they continued to thrash around on the desk when without warning Cynthia appeared at my side. Stunned and not quite sure what to say, I pointed to the opening in the blind, stepping back allowing the girl to get in front of me and peer into the window. She was so close; my breasts were d****d over her, with the weight of them on her shoulders. I had not removed my hand from my crotch and continued to rub myself.I could see the reflection of the girls eyes go wide.