”Paula looked at the bong, and then at the lighter in her hand. Then she had an idea.“Rock Paper Scissors?”Paul agreed, and the two children beg...n. At first, they both threw paper, then scissors, then scissors again. They began to giggle as they tried again, both throwing rock, then rock, then rock. Finally, the girl threw paper and the boy threw scissors. He made a motion of cutting her paper but they were both so tickled at the way the game had gone that there could be no hard feelings.Paula. “Are you listening?”“Yes.”“They tell you that a forced incestuous union causes a deep trauma in a teenager’s brain. It dramatically rewires their sexual impulses. If these new impulses aren’t quickly reinforced, it causes the entire brain to collapse. That’s what happened to Marcie - she had her impulses rewritten so dramatically, so strongly; without them being reinforced, she never stood a chance.”Nod.“The impulses get rewritten so that the teen needs to repeat the experience.”Pause. Blush.. To me mom ko phone kii or kahi ki mom ajj me friend ke ghar me rukti hum kal subha aungi…pehele to mom mana ki phir raji hogai. Or wo bhi apne ghar phone kiya or kaha ki ajj office me party hay hoga to rat me aunga nehi to subha aunga mera intejar mat karna.Phir ham dono hotel gaye. Jese ham room me gaye bahar don’t disturb ki board lagadiye room me jate hi bhaiya mujhe bahome leke kiss karne lage to me bhi unka sath pura di…..pehele wo meri bal khol diye or meri bal puri bhul gaya phir wo meri. "On the bed slut boy, you know what's coming." You scramble forward and climb onto the bed, standing on all fours, legs spread wide and waiting. I walk up behind you and give each ass cheek a loud ringing slap, I enjoy seeing my red hand prints blossom on your skin. Each slap makes you gasp and jerk forward, but it also leaves you panting and needing more- my hungry little slut boy. I reach over and grab the lube I keep on my night stand; I rub a generous amount over the toy I'm wearing before.