I shivered slightly as I felt the cool air hit my pussy full on. I never wore underwear and so my lower half was bare and the fan was aimed right towa...rd it. A shudder went through my body and I figured since my dad wasn’t home I’d play a little bit. My hand slowly slid down my body, caressing my breast and the already hardening nipple. I let out a soft little moan and watched my hand continue down my body. Soon, my small fingers were rubbing my clit and spreading my lower lips apart. My index. "Go fuck yourself, Ara. You can take him with you and finish what you started," Tea said, tears still falling down her cheeks. Ara stood up, wiped her mouth and walked out of the apartment. "Baby..." Tea closed the space between us, and put my face in her hands. "I am not your baby. I stopped being your anything the minute you let my sister put her mouth on you." "Tea...." "Get the fuck out of here." Her eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them. They looked the same as they do now, now that. “So is waking up in the morning. You don’t see me complaining. If I didn’t want a smoke I wouldn’t have asked you, Jimmy.” There it was again. Her familiar use of his name, although he’d never done anything more than watch her from his driveway. He crossed the street, dropping down next to her on the curb. Tonight she was wearing jeans and a low cut white tank top with thin straps. His right hand reached into his pocket to retrieve the pack. A practiced flick of his. .. until we met the curate. Helen was bubbly and excited as we walked along Clarkehouse Road, past the Botanical Gardens. We stood on the doorstep; my right arm around Helen as she reached out to press the doorbell. I looked down at her as the door opened, so I saw the blood leave her face; she stiffened, twisted in my arm and ran. I looked at the man standing in the doorway, whose face was every bit as white as Helen's, then controlling my own shock and incomprehension, turned and pursued.