Veronica, my other sister was 20-year-old but she was more voluptuous and full-breasted than her little sister. She had high Nordic cheekbones and an ...exquisite, cock-teasing smile. Unlike Priscilla and our father, she was a natural Swedish blonde like her mother. Her eyes were sensuous, exotic with a touch of azure and unfathomable depths of passion. She was a tall girl (she's five-eleven) with breasts that were the size of cantaloupes and a slim waist that made her even hotter. Good genes ran. “But now I sc-sca-scare-scared him, and he wi-will-” she couldn’t continue, she was crying too hard, her emotional upset coming in waves of fear and sadness.“That’s nonsense,” Jill said, “He just wasn’t sure what to do and he was afraid he’d do something wrong.”“So why did he ru-run a-aw-away li-like-th-” she was crying again, very lost and afraid.“He came bounding up here to talk to me,” Jill said, “I think he was wondering what to do and was looking for my advice. He wasn’t expecting you to. Word of this spread throughout the community.I went back to school, but it was too hard for me. My friends didn't know how to react to me ? so they just stayed away. After class, the teachers all wanted to talk to me and console me, but I didn't want to talk to them. After two days like that, I faked sick and stayed home for a few more days. Tom and Jen knew I was faking but they let me ? they knew that I, like them, was having a very hard time.One day I was sitting in Laurie's room looking. She ran the catering company we used for our meetings out there and, well she and most of her girls catered to ALL of our needs at the meetings if you get what I mean. Tom didn't know anything about it until I opened my big mouth. I got some DVD's and pictures sent to me from the guys out in LA and gave them to Tom this morning. I know you don't think much of me but if you could help Tom..."Sally looked at Tom a moment. Both men could almost see the gears turning in her head as she considered.