"What did it ... what did she do?" She got really pissy," Holly explained. "And she started stinging me, over and over with little sparks of fire and ...my skin shriveled wherever those damned little fireballs hit. I couldn't get away, and then there was dozens of them, all over me, stinging me..." her voice rose to a wail as she described what had happened. 'Setting me on fire!'"It's okay, it's okay," Haley whimpered, grabbing onto and holding her twin as she sobbed in remembered terror. "They're. ***** I knew there was no good reason to open the door. The knock was weak, the way it was when someone figured I wasn’t home, or maybe that I wasn’t going to answer anyway. I wasn’t up for company, no matter who it was. I suppose I really hadn’t been for the five years since I’d married, then divorced, Jack. This was my place, a three-bedroom split level a little out of the way. I didn’t even get little darlings trying to sell me Girl Guide cookies. The kid down the road sometimes came by when. She said lets go to my bedroom, so my k** no get the wrong idea. I understood and said “just be sure that you check your k** when we are done”She led me to the bedroom, as I stare at her little flat ass, my cock is dripping precum like there’s no tomorrow, I look to check and can see a damp spot already showing where my raging hard cock has created tent. Luckily she never notices.I shut the door, and tell her to go ahead and get undressed and cover herself with a towel. I turn to face the other. Their topics of conversation were typical for young boys, ranging from sports, video games and homework to less ethereal subjects such as what movies to see, hobbies, who said what to whom, and… girls. ‘I like,’ said Kai as an aside one day, watching a group of girls clustered in the playground. ‘Girls?’ asked Michael. ‘Ja. Much all of them. Og Sheila.’ Green-eyed and gangly with short, black curly hair, Sheila was the tomboy in the class. Her favorite pastime was egging a boy on, then.