I hate to disappoint them, since they've been so good to me while I've been here. But I'm not mad - I know it. Hell, I'm not even angry... unless it's...at those hellspawn maggots. I really wish they'd let some other people see them.They've let me continue writing, you know. They say it's good for me. But for a while, they'd taken away all my best pencils. They said something strange about not wanting me playing with sharp objects. During that time when I didn't have my pencils, I had to write. ” I just sighed, “Ok whatever Pritu!” We bathed in the sun for a while and then went back upstairs to my brother’s apartment. For some strange reason Preeti had left me thinking unchaste thoughts about my own brother! I started to think of what it would be like to kiss him, to touch him or even to sleep with him!I had to shake these fantasies out of my mind. I had to think of other guys. Even when I did try to think of other guys, my brother just kept creeping into my mind. Every Saturday we. I smiled at her. “I want you to beg for my cock,” I said and glared at her. My step mom looked wiling to do anything at that point. Her right hand slid between her legs and she began playing with her moist pussy.“Hey, I didn’t say you could play with yourself,” I chastised her. Her hand came away from her pussy and she frowned. I looked at her wet hand and told her to put it in her mouth. She hesitated and slowly brought her hand to her mouth. She licked her fingers and glared back at me. She. Challenging her on the time she was taking trying to sell those houses and the money it was costing us as after two months of not selling one. And the fact that we had not had sex since she took on the homes in that slum. She shrugged me off and offering no real expiation on her actions. We argued for some time before she changed the subject by unzipping my pants and giving me blow job. But even with that she seemed distant. Then last Saturday her left saying she had a rare open house. But.