‘Tough luck son…sometimes miracles happen.’ Sure they do. It would have been a miracle had I not lost control of my dogs. If only I’d been pa...ing more attention instead of struggling with that stupid bag of groceries, my innocent puppy would be alive, instead of buried beneath the frozen yard. Her death was my fault and I hated myself for it. After begging her forgiveness, I threw the shovel in the shed and went in. If only there was some way to go back in time, if only I could relive the. Monet instructed her son to clean himself up and put on the finalknee high for milking. Caroline's sissy sack ached and urn to rest, buthis stepmother new his weakness and had him remove her high heel andput it on the floor in front of her. Caroline was instructed toposition himself so his head was looking directly down as hisstepmothers nylon covered pink painted toes."Hump that shoe girly girl." said Mrs. Monet. "May I kiss your toesstepmother dearest?" meekly asked Caroline. "No, you've been. Her name is Morgan, and we’re having a date on Saturday.”“A date?!” both Mother and, of course, Kevin asked in unison. I didn’t even notice he was in the living room, but at that, he paused his game and marched on over.“You have a date with Morgan?!” Kevin asked incredulously. “Morgan Jones?”I shrugged. “Do you know any other Morgans?”“But like, Morgan with the…” Kevin stealthily stepped behind Mother, who wasn’t looking in his direction, and mimed groping a pair of two huge breasts.I sighed.. It was then I felt the hand on my body…My head throbbed so hard I couldn't even think. I felt the hand grasp my leg, and pull me over, onto my back. I had no sense of modesty as my skirt was lifted up to my waist, and I felt fingers grope my crotch. I moved my hand to my crotch, to cover me, and another hand yanked it away. The fingers groped inside my panties and I felt the sharp yank and heard the ripping of fabric as my panties were turned into shreds, a memory of my purity. My head.