"Anything you want, my little firecracker pussy." The handsome, rugged Italian laughed when he heard Juwan gasp. He stepped closer to the nubile eight...een year-old girl with the perfect golden flesh and the little girl's naked pussy mound and tiny cunt lips.Rosalie's heart almost stopped when her fingers grasped Tony's thick, hard, blood-swelled cock. After squeezing his immense girth, reminding herself again how wonderfully he'd stretched her pussy, she started stroking up and down his curved. I saw Diane’s father. Mr. Citro is there, too.I turned to Tony and asked, “What’s going to happen? What am I supposed to do?”Tony moved closer and stood behind me. He put his arms around me and with his hands cupping my boobs he replied, “Just do whatever anyone tells you and everyone will have a good time.”My heart is beating like crazy. My hands are sweaty. I’m more nervous than I was last Sunday when I went back to the shop next door for the second time. That may be because I didn’t know. He called out again, but nothing. Worried about theramifications of failure, he proceeded to investigate his partner'ssudden silence. He pressed his Kalishnikov through the double doorsand slowly moved forward.Megan watched as the doors suddenly burst inward, knocking the gunmanbackward and sending him flying through the room where he impacted themetal door leading to the loading dock. A definite cracking soundfilled the kitchen as the man's head hit the door and fractured. Heslumped to the. ” “Did they-- ” Dannye inquired, cutting herself off mid-sentence. “Yes,” I replied. “Oh my fucking gawd!” Dannye exclaimed. The phone went dead and almost immediately, her bedroom light went out. “Dude,” Paul remarked, “You just outed us.” “Hold on,” I replied. “She’ll be back.” “How do you know?” Mickey asked. “She is my sister,” I replied, “and I know. . . my sister.” The sliding glass doors from the patio into the house slid open and Dannye stepped out, wrapped in a bath towel. “I didn’t.