The next time that I know something was wrong was when I turned 15. My parents and two siblings went out and left me at home to look after the dog, of...courses I don't like to leave the house unless I need to, i don’t know why but i just hate to be outside.It was a few minutes later that I heard the front door open, this was a bit strange but i just brushed it off as, they normally forget something and come back to get it.I just went back to playing my game. Waiting for the door to close again,. It was just something she noticed, but never put two and two together. Who would figure such a thing? But then it all crystallized one hot summer day some three years ago, when she accidentally stumbled onto a stash of pictures he was saving in a folder on their computer. A knowing smile creased her sultry 40-year-old face as she sifted through photo after photo of sexy women smoking cigarettes. She even got to know what element of women smoking really turned him on, just from the shear number. The blonde came from around the desk and grabbed my hands keeping me down. My virgin asshole was at there mercy.The man with the pony tail parted my globes and placed his rod along my crack, fucking it slowly. I was crying of humiliation and despair, tears mixing up with sperm on my nicely coated face.Suddenly he pulled my hair a bit and leaning forward told me “Had you taken my original offer, I would have used some lube to break you in…As it is, it will be raw and burning”. With that his. Ron could see that Cal's neck was broken and that his body had broken the windshield. The plane was floating but Ron knew that it would not float for long. Ron checked on Brenda and Carl. Carl was leaning forward in his belt and was not moving. Brenda had been dazed but had started to come around. Ron pushed Carl into a sitting position and saw that he was dead. He had probably been dead when the plane hit."My God," Brenda screamed, "They're dead."Ron unbuckled himself and crawled over the top.