15 minutes later I returned to her room. Peeking through the door I could see Lauren hadn’t moved from her bed. I softly called her name.“Lauren, ...you wake. Lauren.” I got no response so I opened the door and headed in. Lauren was lying on her back on the bed. Her head on her pillow and her body out flat and her legs were now stretched out straight. I just stood there looking her over for a couple of minutes, admiring how her tiny, short little body looked so hot in the leotards. I carefully got. Thankfully, no one paid him much notice and after his initial refusal to join in Ring of Fire he was pressed no further. Left to himself, his mind soon wandered to the subject which had plagued it so regularly of late. Still fresh were the memories of the gooseflesh of her legs as she sat on his lap by the campfire, the heart-melting way she pronounced his name and the sweet taste of her full, pink lips. What he would have given for another night, alone, with her; how he now lamented his. My husband’s new car could be made beautiful again before his return. He need never know how stupid his little lady wife had been.There was just one problem; it would show on my credit card bill which Richard checked out each month. Yes sir; he sure did.So I decided to do something unthinkable; ask my Father for money ~~It wasn’t called child abuse when I was a young girl.The age-old pedo-sex ritual was coyly referred to as being ‘interfered with’.But Dad always rewarded me with a dollar or so;. Months passed by as their hormones ran wild with imaginations of capturing each other in the act of pleasing before throwing themself on their sibling. Sheets were soaked through to the mattress and boxes of tissue were used in attempts to hide their want, but the feelings blossomed as quickly as the flowers.Perhaps it was because Lorraine was older, or perhaps it had been that she was getting desperate for a warm cock in her pussy, but it was she who first broke the barrier that held the two.