.) PHASE ONE: SHAKEN A jagged breath burst out from her. She jerked upwards and the bedsheets rippled in the moonligh.... There was no sweat, no fevered heat and no nightmarish scream. There was only silence. And a stillness that was broken only by the spasmodic shuddering under the sheets. The coarse, dry surface of her lips resisted the brush of her tongue and she struggled to swallow and wet her throat. There had been no nightmare, at least none that she was. John was just eight years older than Chris so he was more of a best friend than a father figure to Chris. He could not wait to get to the back yard to see him and get a taste of his smoked ribs and grab a beer, but before he could get to the backyard Denise was pushing him up the ramp and inside the house.Everyone was patting him on the back and welcoming him home when he noticed his old bedroom. It was huge and there was a brand new king size bed where his old one used to be. As he entered the. The cleanup quicker. Victoria still sobs, looking up at me and mumbling. I just smile and then get off her. Still holding her bound wrists, I drag her as she thrashes and struggles against me. But she’s so weakened, she looks drugged. Barely able to hold herself up as I drag her off the bed by her wrists. I pull her toward the bathroom, but she falls and starts trying to crawl away. I sigh and reach down. I whip off her little panties that were still stuck hanging around one foot. And then I. Couple of mts went. I have again found my aunt’s hand was proceeding up and she has started feeling my boobs. She touched slowly and started pressing hard over my nighty. I was aroused. I have not opened my eyes and by the side of the eyes I was watching what was going on. Within few mts, aunty got up and pulled her nighty, bra and became nude. I could see her body in the dim light. She has then rolled up my nighty and started pressing my pussy over the panty. I could not control. I have.