Pull your hand away so I can feast my eyes on your sodden panties." You're going to make me come." No." My tone is urgent. "Not yet."She groans. "You'...re killing me. I need to masturbate. Fuck. My clit is aching. I need my fingers in my pussy. Fucking myself like crazy for you." Soon. But first I bend forward to place my nose against your knickers. Look up at you watching me. You love the way my hazel eyes shine at being this close to your sex. Love when I inhale deeply. Fuck, you smell so good.. But Helen did turn it over and she didn't just look at the photograph - she studied it. She simply couldn't help herself. The photograph itself looked old, and yet the image was fresh and clear. A girl in her late teens or early twenties seated on a park bench. Behind her, a long line of palm trees edged a white sand beach. The girl's face seemed innocent and carefree. Helen was drawn to her eyes, and she found herself looking deeply into them. The girl's eyes were wide in astonishment, or was. Looking down at her recently manicured nails,Allie became familiar with the sensations of each part of her body;leaving her most intimate for last.It was strange having such long hair, since Pete's and Andrea's wereshorter than this. Allie grabbed her hair and flipped it in front ofher. It was much softer than her male body's hair.Spending an hour or so playing with Allie's body Pete decided he wantedto try something new. Quietly she walked over to the book. Her facecontorted in connotation,. I rushed into the house, calling for Evelyn, our housekeeper, and returned to the driveway with a small wet towel.I wrapped the towel around her knee, and it was swelling I could see. She continued crying as I tried to comfort her. The tomboy was missing I noticed as I stood close waiting for her mother. The ball hat and cut-offs were missing, as well the walking advertisement sweatshirt she normally wore. Instead, she was wearing a white blouse, skirt, and socks. Instead of the ponytail.