For a while now I had been considering that our home was a bit small. Not to complain, really, but it was an older home, built after World War Two, a ...imple stick-frame two story of about a thousand square feet. The bedrooms weren’t very large, and the master bath was shower only. A tiny lot. Think Levittown South. I had been thinking about talking to Mom about it at some point but had never really done anything yet.That changed after we got frisky one day in my bedroom. I was lying on my back,. While i was washing, i heard small foot steps walking toward me from behind. The moment before i manage to turn around, i realized that he was standing behind me, with his crotch pressing hard to my butt and both of his hands were on my breasts groping it. I was shocked, my whole body shivered and moaned out loud. He was shocked with my reaction too and he let go of me walking back to his room. Damn.. He had just harrased me, but i am so wet down there. He broke my heart 2 years ago and i. I tried to put a real scared look on my face, and I wasn't faking it too much, at that. "Don't shoot me, Mister. I'll do whatever you say." OK, just ya drop yer iron," he said.I used my left hand, figuring that would put them more at ease, and reached for the revolver on my right side. I drew it very slowly so as not to cause anyone to panic. When I had the gun in my hand, I pulled the same stunt I had used against the road agents a couple of weeks ago. I kicked my right foot out of the stirrup. When I returned home, before I could even begin to drift off to sleep, I masturbated two times to scenes played out in my mind where Mary’s massages finished with her body writhing on top of my cock as I filled her with semen. It was around a month later when both of our lives took a terrible turn. Mary had returned home from massage school late on a Thursday night to find Chase unconscious on the couch. The coffee table in front of where he was seated was littered with beer cans and a couple.