In fact, I physically turned fifteen years old last July. Confused? I'd be.Now, where should I start? I guess everything stems from a Halloween Par...y that I attended eleven years ago. I just love Halloween Parties.Huh…? Hang on a second my mom is calling me.Okay, I'm back. My Mom wanted to remind me that Charmed is on television tonight. It’s a Halloween Special. There's something about a show filled with hot witches that turns me on. Anyway, in my family we all sit around the. He came towards me and I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them off my feet, laying down on the couch he put his fingers in the waistband of my knickers and pulled them down.Smiling and saying nothing we had eye contact, I spread my thighs and he rubbed himself over my gash, then he pushed himself deep inside me and to be honest I gasped. He fucked me slowly at first and then sped up, all the time he just stared at me smiling. I was soon groaning as my first born shagged me.Then I knew I was. "Neither," she chirped, her eyes sparkling with excitement that suggested she was in the grip of one of her grand plans. "It's for you, but you need my help." Why... ?" Goodness, which question did I want answered first? Let's work backwards; Belinda doesn't make mental leaps easily so she's easier to unwind that to reset. "Hang on, why do you need to help dress me?" Sweetie, you know I love you, right?" she looked uncharacteristically serious for a moment."Um? Sure, OK." I sensed a trap, but. I slipped her into my room on the second floor quietly.We sat on my bed she looked around the room; I had cleaned it up because she was coming. I looked at her, she gave a sweet smile. “I missed you,” I said. I missed you too. She replied. Without wasting any time I locked the door of my room and turned off the lights. My room was very dark as I had also closed the windows. I went near her and sat beside her. She knew my intentions. And she was also thinking this. I put my hands around her.