Her husband was dressed in faded jeans and an old sweatshirt, and carried a paint brush in one hand. Lumbering along behind him was an immense Great D...ne, head down, sniffing. Kirk grinned as he saw his wife, put the brush down, and walked over to her."Hi, baby," he said as he gathered her into his arms, his fingers moving up and down over the firmly rounded mounds of her buttocks. "How was work today?"Vicki rubbed her pelvis suggestively against his strong male loins, smiling as she felt his. To cut to the chase, a few months after we turned 16, Masha and I started experimenting sexually with each other. It started rather innocently. Our bedrooms were right next to each other in the downstairs of the condo, and Mom's was right above ours on the second floor. Masha had nightmares quite often. When we were younger she would go to our mother, get into bed with her because she didn't want to sleep alone, and share her nightmare while Mom comforted her and told her it was just a bad. A boy was filling out the window. He hung from his feet upside down. The arms were stretched out to form a reverse, satanic cross with his body. The skin had been peeled of his body. There were still torn pieces of skin around the facial openings: the eyes, the nostrils, and the mouth. Fat bodied, red candles were burning on his arms. The wax had built pileups of drips on his flesh. ‘Yo, partner. Try brushing your teeth before shift, will ya! Your breath smells like shit!’ Fabio, the Italian. I then chose a plain dark red blouse. With it all on and looking at myself in the mirror, I definitely looked a little tarty, but I was pleased with the result. I actually felt a buzz of excitement as I put my make-up on in the bathroom. I made myself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee and was out of the flat by seven-thirty.I managed to jump on the tube train just as the doors were closing, and found myself crushed in a packed carriage. It wasn't long before I felt someone pressing against.