My mouth gaps wider the more I read.“You didn’t.”“I did. It’s time to move on.”“Move on from what?”“Heroic fantasy?”“No.”“No...”I move to hand the letter back.Annabelle punches a gloved fist an inch into the brick wall. “That really what you want? Be part of a farcical, fascist cult of do-gooders,” she spits. “They preen and pose like narcissistic little children. Especially her.”“Who the fuck are you talking about?”“You know who.”I do… but it’s not something I feel like unearthing. So I redirect. On to my family It is quite large I am the youngest of 5 I have one older brother and three older sisters. It goes sister, brother, sister, sister and finally me.Anyway this is a story about 2001. My parents were going out of town with my sister to a softball tournament she was in. Now I know what you're thinking. What kind of crazy parents would leave an 8 year old home alone? The truth is I wouldn't be home alone my cousin was gonna stay with me. He was in high school and my parents totally. "Now, these are fine sissies", my sister said to Miss Denise. She nodded and said, "I take great pride in their appearance, and theydo as well. Though I must say, Prissy is quite fetching in that uniform.Why don't you girls let him show off his legs more often?" My sister seconded her statement, but mother shrugged it off as wewalked behind them to the boat. I didn't see my father around as weboarded. I found it quite difficult to step onto the lazily driftingboat that rocked as I stepped onto. Main niche jhuka aur uska nipple jo muh main liya aur chabana shuru kiya. Woh chilane lagi. “Aaram se dudh nikal raha hai ya khoon. Pyar se kaat.”Main kaha uska sun raha tha uske dusre boob ko bhi jungle kutte ki tarah kaat raha tha. Mere ungli mein masti aa rahi thi. Main uski chut ki tarah apni ungli le gaya. Mujhe feel hua usne koi panty(chadi) nahi pehana thi. Aur usne chut ke baal bhi nikale hai.Maine jhat se uske boob chode aur uske paro ke paas betha. Uski nighty upar ki dekha toh chut.