Carefully I lifted myself to the sitting position, with Jenny trying to persuade me to stay lying down. ‘Christ, Jen, I think I got away with it,’...I said to her, in astonishment. ‘You know, for a minute there, I thought I was about to meet my maker. Where’s Bert?’ ‘They went after the car that hit you. Ah, here’s the ambulance now.’ ‘I don’t need an ambulance. I’m fine, just a couple of bruises, that’s all.’ ‘John, you were unconscious for about five minutes and you’ve got a nasty looking bump. I guess it all started whenever I was about 9 years old. My Parents had gone on a weekend get away and left me to stay with the neighbors next door. That was fine with me, as their son and I were best of friends. It was about maybe 10 PM and I decided to go take a shower and put on my pajamas and get ready for bed. Whenever I went into the bathroom to get my shower there on the floor next to the hamper was lying a pair of my neighbors Panties. I have no idea what made me have the urge to pick. Marielle looked beautiful and innocent. At 18 she would seem to be a prize mate except her brain never grew properly right from birth. She was retarded. Sympathy could never have been swayed from her. The fact that it went to court came from Bess. She made sure the victim never got pushed to retract which had been the effort of the rapist's indecently rich father. Testimony from servants, police and forensics kept the case difficult to disprove, but Marielle glancing nervously at Bess. I could see her puckered asshole as she fucked Jijju’s best friend. I still remember the look of rapture on my sister’s face. Then she saw me. Her expression said it all; she loved riding up and down on that cock. I can still picture the way Anil’s cock, as it slapped back against his belly as Mithali Didi rose to her feet. “What Mithali, no!” Anil protested. But Mithali Didi’s naked body blocked his view and he hadn’t seen me. “Get back and ride my cock, you bitch!,” he insisted before he.