JasmineHoward is our husband. Look I know what you are thinking. That I am twelve! That I can't really know anything. That all I can do is repeat what...I have heard from others. Ha! You Americans are fools. I know what my life was and where I was headed. No matter what I did, I had no options. None. I might be pretty. I might be smart. It didn't matter.I have heard the term, 'game changer.' You know that term, yes? Well Jun and Jake are the game changers. And out of eight thousand girls in my. How are you?Not very good, she said. I have not completed my assignment and I am going to make some excuse for it. My dad is away for a convention where he is to be given some award and he has taken mom along too. Would it be possible if I come with my older brother and pick you up from your home later this afternoon and bring you to mine and you help me please to complete it? He will drive and drop you back after we are done. Oh God Almighty! Was this real or what? I knew, I could do it but. “Well, maybe those hours in the gym are finally paying off,” she mused as she toweled off. Looking in the mirror, she was impressed. Her overall muscle definition and tone seemed too good to be true. Her breasts still high and proud, her legs still in excellent shape.“Sam, you are one hot chick,” she said to her reflection, laughing. Her dream forgotten, Samantha finished her morning ablutions and got ready to head to the office. One thing though was a little odd. Instead of pantyhose she had. As I walked further in the apartment, I heard moaning sounds coming from our bedroom. I walked over and opened the door to find Amber on her back getting fucked by some random guy. I was livid."Get the fuck out of my house!" I shouted at the guy as I flicked the lights on."Who the fuck are you?" the guy asked as he looked over.I grabbed the baseball bat that we kept hidden behind the bedroom door and brandished it in front of me."I'm the guy who's about to bust your head open if you don't get.