One early Sunday morning right before day break I heard my bedroom door open. My room was nearly dark, except for the dawn of a new day that shone thr...ough the cracks of my blinds. I felt the covers as they were lifted and my father climbed into bed with me. I felt his fingers brush back my hair from my shoulder to fine the spot that he loved so much. Softly kissing the back of my neck and shoulder, I could Feel his hand sliding down my warm body, and slip between my open legs to find my pussy. By the time it was brewed he was leaving.Mrs. Cranfield knelt by the settee and studied the boy. There were no signs of injury to his hands, face, or head, and he seemed a lot calmer once she had assured him that she was not going to contact his mother.'You realize, Ibrahim that I could get into trouble if your mother finds out that I have kept this from her. You must promise me that you will not tell her.'He looked at her solemnly, ' I do not speak to my mother of anything. Ever! I say only. "After wiping my knife clean on his baggy-ass pants, I calmly strolled to the nearest access point. It's amazing how many of them there were if you knew where to look. The trick was in finding the ones you could get to. I steered away from the ones in occupied buildings, and covered my entry into the empty ones as best I could.I arrived back at my studio just three hours after I'd left, and entered the basement through the door I had hidden behind some shelving. Balancing that bastard hadn't. " Molly throws her arms around his neck, "But that don't mean I can't have a big hug. Oh, and by the way, what does this Charlene look like that Arnie has to help, and don't fib about her either mister." Ed grins, "Well, if you really want to know, she is a walking wet dream. She is about Sara's size with bigger boobs, long brown hair, pretty nice looking lady, probably around thirty five. I'll tell you this though, if Arnie is trying to mess with her he'll have to stand in a long line as all.