That is why I still live at home and why I have lived in this house since a very few months days the day I was born.My mother and my thirteen year old...sister left the house almost immediately after my sister's first appointment with a gynecologist. During it, she disclosed the only person who had ever been 'inside' her 'like that' was my father. Understandably, it was not long before my mother and father were divorced.If my father is to be believed (and I have no reason to doubt him), I was,. I took them to our family garage, I had never been taught how to masturbate conventionally, so I laid out a piece of carpet and dropped my shorts and proceeded to lie face down and rub my cock against the carpet with the weight of my body until I came.I wanted more, after a couple of days I went back, and I took the lot. Left the calendar. , but the box was weak and fell apart with the weight of the mags, so once again I took , a less hurried selection. I’d never seen a gay mag before, I didn’t. I had a few numbers of guys that had seen her pictures, and were horny to fuck her. I had included some Indian guys as I know that she was very horny to have an Indian cock inside her, and liked the look of Indian men. I called this young dude – Mo, and asked him if he would be available at 6.00pm. He said he could make it at 7.00pm. I gave him the address and told her that it was arranged. We had a nice restful day together, and then went to bath to get ready for his arrival. We were not. The next day, Vennoa awoke with a start. She hadn’t heard any whispers in her mind that night, or maybe she had but was too tired to pay any attention to it. In any case, that was the best night of rest she had had in a while. She quickly sat up, and looked at herself. She was still dressed in her rather-soiled clothes from the adventure. There was dirt in various places, and splotches of dried blood. She grimaced, and noticed that she had also stained the bed she had been sleeping in..