He slid around me, taking a seat on the bed, his fingers now lodged in between my shorts and my belly as he pulled me closer to him. “Please don’... hurt me!” was all I could ask, and even at that, my voice was barely above a whisper.He smiled with a malicious grin that told me he was going to enjoy what was about to happen. With that, he opened my shorts with fingers that were evidently well-practiced, and began to slide them down over my hips until the fell to the ground without assistance,. Or else be bankrupt and living like tramps! Oh,come on,luv. Look,you can just go out and get drunk while I'm there, and forget it's happening." Dad replied, "But Teresa, what about afterwards? When I know it's happened? I'd be wondering about it. What they did to you, and... Well,whether they were better than me, and if you reached any orgasms... Like you don't with me anymore. God,you're my wife, for fuck's sake! How would I COPE?" Mum soothed him, going, "Well...let's just pretend it's one. . I want to be a man." Very well then..." and as I've said that, we proceeded to the basementand let her lay down the bed and let her seat on a stool and restrictedher arms on the seat.With the sweaty shirts and underwear that I stole from Chris, I playeda bit with the tiny bits of his DNA on my free time and came up with myconcoction; A DNA serum that when applied, it will progressivelytransform the person to the person who owns the DNA. I haven't testedit on humans yet so Abigail is going to. Jab uski jaange nangi thi tab toh woh makhmal ke bistar par chamakte hue moti ki tarah lag rahi thi lekin ab toh uska aadha sharir nanga tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi ne ek saath lakho chamakte hue hire bistar par bichha diye ho.Main uski patli patli chikni chikni kamar ko ji bhar ke chumne lag gaya. Main puri tarah se bekabu ho chuka tha. Usne muje bilkul bhi nahi roka, bas apni aakhe band karke soti rahi. Phir maine use ulti kar diMaine dekha ki uska badan uski kamar se bhi jyada chikna.