Shelly’s head rocked sharply as his thrusts tossed her around. I found this all out later. I felt somewhat scared for some reason, and I don’t know why. Ray sometimes hung around on weekends. Sharing her experiences with me seemed to be some kind of outlet for her. Dad and Ray went at Shelly for quite a while like this. Dad leaned back and undid his shirt and belt. They usually did it at least twice a week. She eyed both of the men as she did this. Then, with him, she was much bolder and paraded around often as his equal. He came around in front of Shelly, blocking my view. Later on, I could tell she began using it to her advantage. Ray finally backed away so I could now see her again. It was almost like she was acting as if the stuff was some kind of lotion.
