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teen shirts makeup I lookbreathlessly at thesetwo beautiful andhandsome boys besideme who willbe staying thenight in myhome...with me...inside me...mymind asking myselfwhat could possiblybe in storefor the threeof us beforethe night isover...but even beforeI could finishasking myself thequestion, I suddenlyfeel my bodyhair stand onend again, thewetness between mythighs gushing forthas the scentof these twoyoung and eagerand virile boys,raw with sweatfrom the summerheat outside, assailmy nostrils...making mybreathing go fasterspecially when Ifeel John's handin front ofme getting holdof the zipperof my dressand slowly drawingit downward...completely downward...thengently parting mydress...opening my nakednessto both theirneedy eyes.

The pastor startedin a softbut commanding voice,"Dear girl, youhave been chosento serve HisLordship. You willbe escorted tohis castle shortly.No need togather your belongings.Everything will beprovided. Please accompanyme to thechurch."

"Oh, they'reprobably gone bynow," she said,"besides I wouldlike to staywith Daniel forthe night!" sheadmitted.

Time passed.I kept intouch with LittleJim. Christmas presentsevery year. Atrip to Floridaevery year forhim. Phone calls.And, oh yeah,child support everymonth.

Beinghis mother, Ishould have backedup and quietlyleft the room,but I couldn'tdo it, yousee I caughtsight of hiscock as hishand glided backand forth, hewas so big.I stood transfixedas he staredat the TV,totally unaware thatI was there,and then Igot an evenbigger shock, forthere on thescreen was me.

"Well…where's yours?" sheasked.

"Tony thinkshe has tolook after mePete. I keeptelling him I'ma grown womannow, hehe."

"Geton the flooron your handsand knees babygirl"he demanded.

Julianodded.

"Um Ican't start mycar", she saidin a softvoice.

"Quiteright" said Denise"they are agreat complement toany love making,boy/girl or girl/girl.And the designhas improved too.Let me showyou."

I hada lot onmy mind tosort through beforewe got homeand I knewSexy was goingto help me.Easing into secondgear as sherounded a cornerbarely catching thegreen light sheresponded faithfully asshe always hadin the past.Things were movingfast and Ineeded Sexy tohelp slow themdown so Icould understand them.When I neededto sort thingsout Sexy wasmy therapist.

Without hesitation herhands dropped tounfasten her beltand trousers. Quicklyshe slid thepants down overher hips andstepped out ofthem. Now shestood before usin only anarrow white thong.

"Really, you guysdo it?" askedDoug.

Eventually onlyone relative remained,a mysterious great-auntnamed Constance. Thefamily cut offrelations years agowhen the womanmarried a self-proclaimedwarlock and waslured into theshady underworld ofblack magic. Itwas a signof true desperationwhen they foundthemselves on herdoorstep. Surprisingly, Constancetreated them withwarmth and compassion.Her husband hadpassed on severalyears earlier andleft behind asmall mansion. Thegrounds were unkemptand overgrown withweeds and bushes.Thick ivy climbedthe walls ofthe two-story redbrick home andgave it aneerie appearance.

Whenhe was finished,he started rubbingoil on mytortured skin. Theoil was cool,but quickly warmedto almost unbearable.But his hands!Oh his handswere so good,rubbing just theright places, betweenmy lips, myholes. He touchedmy clit andI jumped. Itfelt so good.Everything was heightened,new sensations fromthe smooth skin.His hands pinchedand rubbed mylips, until Icovered him withmy juice.

We headed outon the countryroads enjoying thewind and sunshine.I usually justhead out andtour the backroads through thefarming country andoccasionally stop aswe feel. Todaywas no different.

"I'm going tomake you likeit. You hearme?!" he yelledat her, thenforced his mouthon hers

Everybodyelse had touse a pond,which was justbehind the houseand was exclusivefor the familymembers. The pondhad a nicelybuilt ghat atone side. Therewere a seriesof very widesteps made ofstones going downwell below thewater level andthere was awide cemented areaaround. The ghatwas used forbathing. The pondwas protected frompublic eyes bytrees & fencesall along theedge. Women alsotook their bathin the pondand there wasa separate areafor them atthe far endof the ghat.Tall fencing madeof cane &bamboo strips enclosedthe area.

Silently, I wentupstairs and slippedout of mysport coat, hangingit up andtaking my tieoff. Relaxed now,in khakis andmy work shirt,I ate dinneralone, still fuming.I checked theclock every tenminutes wondering whattime the littleslut would gethome. In mymind, thoughts ranthrough of whatI would do,what I wouldsay. If Iwas the manof the house,I couldn't toleratethis anymore. Ihad to putmy foot down.I flung myfork across theroom at thethought of anotherman touching mymother. I fumedwith anger. Nowonder my fatherleft her, Ithought to myself,but was immediatelyguilt-ridden for eventhinking of that.My father wasa bastard. Hisleaving wasn't mom'sfault. But hereshe was withanother man inher house, ignoringher.

"Thisisn't going toend soon. Let'sgive them someprivacy to workit out," Tonisaid as shetook my handand led mefrom the room.Neither Tara norSarah noticed us