So tight... fuck.It's like overhearing things you shouldn't or reading someone's journal. All these whispered secrets of betrayal. Social politics of ...he playground. Adults that are more innocent than some of my peers. It's only when I mention things I shouldn't that there is bloodshed. Home time with bruises and once a broken bone. Parents don't care, and everyone thinks I'm spying on them.Deeper, deeper, harder, faster, faster, please... Keep quiet, so hot, god I want... What does silence. So keep on sending your reply, I will answer you as I get time. By the way, for my all stories click on seema930 , author name.Today’s story is different. It was directly told by victim and not by any friend. I was in nainital last winter, such a good place to visit, mind blowing, but you know that quote ” dhundane wale ko milata hi hay” , I always search for people and loves to know them and their past. So ,on that tour too, I met a women fortunately and she told her life story. Her name was. Her hazel eyes twinkle inside a spider’s web of living displayed beneath her brow.Oma embraces me and I am little again. From huntress to kitten in an instant.She moves me to the seat beside her, just now vacated by Peter. Poor little Peter, such a lovely boy, so quiet, meek, strong, more like Daddy than any of us. You know your place, Peter and you know it isn’t beside Oma, not now, not today, not here.It is loud, joyous intoxicating but I am oblivious. Oma is behind me; her strong, rough. On Tuesday I decided that I wanted to stay home and I made up some stupid excuse for staying home. I woke up at the same time a always do and went through the regular routine. When my aunt got home she was all wet as it had been raining that morning. She had a white sports bra on and small black spankies. I got an erection right after she walked in the door because I could see her perfect nipples. After she got her shower she came out in absolutely nothing. This completely surprised me cause I.