This shouldn't even be a contest.Joseph sought out his sister and only real friend, Christina, who was twelve. She was a pretty little bitch with long...brown hair and soft, doe-like, brown eyes. That's why he had forced her into an incestuous relationship over two years ago. Sometimes he even wished that they were not related so he could marry her. At least he could talk to her and she never complained no matter how badly he treated her. He found her sitting in the rose garden."Christina, listen. She broke rules often and didn't seem to care, though they were never important ones—minor things, like, Don't talk during such-and-such a time, or Don't check the answers in the back of the book, or things like that. But Jane had been placed—Sorted, Mr. Gunderson joked, referring to the Harry Potter books—in the alto section, which was roughly the equivalent of the Hufflepuff house, in that altos had the boring but necessary job of holding the song together. It was also the best place for. It’s a fully grown nine inch giant with a purple head sitting like a apple, he moves and places is balls just over my head, I smell the aroma of his pubic region and as if on cue my tongue darts to reach the grapes. B has used his 2 fingers to spread the walls of my pussy and he is reaching deeper and deeper….my breaths are getting harder and harder, but my mouth is already full with a cock so delicious that I just feel like chewing it straight away, A is massaging my boobs all the pleasure. Just big tits, sorry.I’m working on Christine-2 in my office and when the lady’s around I switch to another tab and look like I’m reading some shit. She was just behind me reading the article (something on Ben Laden or other) when she notices the tabs at the top. This one says : “Discussing Erotic Short Stories”.“Oh so THAT’S what you do when you’re not working is it?” Laughing out loud. “Well some times, in fact I’m writing a series right now, it’s called Aunt Christine”“Can I read it.”“Well.