"I'd like that baby."I smiled again and pulled at her leading her back in the direction of my house. "We can do all sorts of stuff, watch TV, play som...e games, or just have some fun of our own making." I grinned at her as I told her the last part.She blushed again. "W-what kind of f-fun?" The good kind babe." We walk to the door of my house and I open the door for us. "So, what should we do babe? Like I told you, we can do anything you want."She blushed as she looked at me with lustfull eyes.. As Charlie went out of the house, Mrs. O'Grady carried my breakfast in from the kitchen. There was a bowl of oatmeal with a circular trail of honey on top, a day old sweet roll and a couple of apple slices. "Eat your oatmeal before it gets cold and I'll get you another cup of coffee." She placed the breakfast dishes in front of me and scooped up the coffee cup darting back into the kitchen.The Crosley CR37 'Bluebird' radio that we had given her for Christmas was crooning out "Goodnight My Love". But one night was different; I had just gotten out of the shower and found him, once again standing in front of my window. Instead of calling the police (which I was originally going to do) I kind of suddenly felt bad for the guy. Poor thing had nothing better to do then try to sneak a peek at me. So, I pretended to not notice him as I rubbed lotion on my naked skin-still wet from the shower. I guess I was hoping that the sight of my oily tits being squeezed would brighten his day, maybe make. I was enjoying the heat from the sun on my skin, when suddenly I felt his big hands grab my tits, squeezing so hard, I yelled loudly. “I’m back for more of your fantastic body. Mmm!! This couldn’t be more perfect. This is gonna be easy!” He pulled my top away from my tits, and begin sucking and biting them. He bit my nipples, pulling them with his teeth. I started to scream, but he slapped my face, telling me to shut the fuck up. I started crying, “Please, no Uncle Cory, not again?!”“Oh yes!.