“OMG!” Sara recognizes the person with me. It is the woman from the plane.She tries to cover herself, with one hand.“Girls I heard all that’s ...een happening in here! You left the door to the balcony open.I knew you two lesbian girls would bring trouble to this place.”“But we did nothing wrong. We were just having fun!” Sara cried.“You are just two dirty whores. You both need a good punishment for being so bad. I hate lesbians!Look at you . . . little slut--handcuffed to the bed. It is just. The man was not his uncle but a car mechanic he knew and another one was his friend who is very naughty. Before entering the car he inserted his hands inside and felt my boobs. I pinched his hands, get inside, this is not the right place. Then even in the car he got up and tried touch my boobs from behind. After struggling for one inute I let him grope my boobs . He felt my shape and size and was satisfied. “ ” madam aapka choochiyan”,, kya hua meri choochiyon ko. “. “bahut sundar hai aapki. And Boxing Day in two days in England,” Dionysus, my divine father, commented while I plowed the fuck out of my pregnant first wife, Tracy.I said “first wife,” of course, because by now I was in a plural or group marriage with everyone in the household, including Dionysus, aka Bacchus aka Brian aka Dad. We were all lovers now, all spouses, all engaged in an incestuous commune of sorts where we fucked, partied, drank, feasted, and bred together. The past week had been glorious, the bunch of us. ”Susie had recovered now; it had been a shock when he suddenly appeared from behind the fridge door. She didn't think she could ever remember seeing a more beautiful boy before. His hair, even held back by a scrunchie, looked fabulous and his face was flawless and perfectly proportioned. He was slender, moved with a dancer‘s grace and his eyes sparkled as he laughed at something Ben was doing. He reminded her of a Botticelli painting she had seen once. What was it? That's funny she thought, it.