A rubber boot kept it from closing completely. He gave it a push, but was met with resistance, bumping into something heavy behind it. A nasty odor of...rotting flesh hung in the air. From his narrow perspective, the boot was connected to a corpse sprawled on the floor, its withered, moldering head lying in a dry puddle of blood, its boney hand clutching a shotgun. It didn’t look like the kitchen had been ransacked; cabinet doors and drawers were closed; no food containers or wrappings littered. Since we both did not hit puberty, our first night never happened. But, on that very night, I heard the sounds of bed creaking, a woman’s humping and a man’s loud moaning, from the opposite room. I, being curious, wanted to have a look at the proceedings, but Gayathri said that she knows what is going on. Puzzled, I asked her that what was going on. She said that Narayanan is fucking my mother, as usual. I then questioned her, for the meaning of as usual. She then said that my father eloped. I massaged his single buttock, my fingers teasing his anus as I gently floated atop the crinkled sensitive skin, touching it in a hidden rhythm, pretending not to notice his fingers pressing my wetting lips, as I awaited his answer.'Depends what you mean by being with', he answered somewhat nervously, his voice faltering and falsetto, I pressed my cunny tight into his digit, he had cheekily placed it in line with my labia, and I rode his knuckle onto my clitoris, camouflaged with my continual. But Ive always been a good boy. I was always firm but friendly in my declines, leaving the odd girl in tears and always leaving me with a raging hard on! Im a red blooded male and turning down these hot young girls was getting harder to do. Pretty soon things progressed for me and I became Head Caretaker. I moved into my new house and even started a relationship with a teacher from the school. She was called Julie and she was a science teacher. But she was no geek. She was 32 and she was tall.