“I-I can’t explain. Just please listen to me. Avoid them as much as you can for now. They’re-” Jessie trailed off. What the hell were those gi...rls?“Okay,” Emmy nodded along, “Sure thing. We’ll stay away.”Jessie knew she was being humored. The sad, sympathetic looks, the verbal head patting. They weren’t going to listen. No one was.It was all insulting, but the girls’ patronizing gazes were a million times better than the cold hunger Leah showed Jessie the night prior. These girls weren’t turned.. She said her leg was paining.. I and her are very friendly… I asked her if she needed a massage..She said yes.. So we went to the bedroom there i asked her to lay on the bed and pick her nighty up. I put on erotic Hindi movie on the bedroom tv. I started massaging her legs. Also we were watching the movie with sex scenes in it.. I later took her nighty slightly up to which she was surprised.. I acted normal and presses her thighs.. Then slowly i inserted a finger in her vagina.. She was shocked. And so on. And so on.We were all crying when I was done. Janey hadn't realized my doing this was not up for debate or discussion. I think she was sufficiently chastised by the time we were done. I had not tried to hide this from them. I was trying to protect them and they all understood a little of the weight I had been shouldering for the past several weeks.I think what made Janey realize her mistake was when Sally quietly asked her if she felt better knowing or if she had felt better. That’s it – I thought – I’m done for – there’s going to be a scream at least, perhaps a slap. But to my surprise her face turned from shock to a naughty, minx-like wickedness. She slipped her hand between her legs ran her fingers down between her pussy lips, parting them around her slender digits, then presented me with her hand ‘ Look how wet you’ve made me now, ‘ - I smiled - ‘... you need to do something about this’ - to be honest I wasn’t sure what she meant, wet from the wee or from me.