Then the driver with maid, and at a friends home, both of us watching his single uncle fucking his mom. Later his dad died, and we don’t have to pee..., coz they would fuck with door open. We would walk in and aunt uncle don’t mind. Later they got married and my friend was sent to boarding, I had a neighbor of 25+, lived with married cousin. I was close to uncle and he talked on sex a lot. Often he asked me to his room to hide behind curtain, and he would fuck his cousin sis, or his girlfriend or. After what seemed like a long time I thought I had better see if everything was OK. I walked quietly down the trail, I know the trail, I use it for hunting.I thought I herd a noise and slowed my walk, went about ten yards and spotted a man, also without anything on off the trail about twenty feet. he did not hear me as I moved a little further.Carol was leaning against a tree, arms above her head, legs spreed. Not wanting to bother her, the situation did not call for me to step in, I turned. Buttocks clenched, he performs a slow pirouette, and gently slides off first the right strap of his overalls, followed by the left. He then hunches his shoulders forward and in a classic striptease move, lets his overalls fall-down to his hips, revealing a torn and frayed plaid shirt.Then, grabbing both sides of his shirt, he rips it apart to reveal his stained T-shirt underneath. With a final flourish, he tears the T-shirt from his body and hurls his baseball cap onto a pile of hay.Having seen. You can't hurt me any more.My right hand moves to the sparse down at the base of my abdomen. Fromthere it travels unobstructed to the silky smoothness between the tops ofmy thighs. I don't know why, but the idea of my feminine curves beingsullied by the ugly appendages that used to dangle so awkwardly from mycrotch suddenly seems ridiculous.Something has changed.I lean back, raise my right knee and let my eyelids droop...Thunder and lightning. Waves as tall as houses. The screams of.