My parents left me at Aunt Neesa’s house that morning. That day, they died in a plane crash and ever since that day, I’ve lived with my aunt at h...r house. For the next two years, I would wake up every other night screaming for my parents. And every time, my aunt would run in and hold me close to her. Sometimes, she would cry. She missed her sister, my mom, as much as I did. The next few years weren’t so bad. I really enjoyed them. Every day was the same: get up, go to school, come home,. There had been about one hundred men there on Friday. If their company, or them, had been charged a thousand dollars each then the total receipts were ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS. I really couldn't believe the math so I checked my figures again and came to the same conslusion. 'So who got all the money? Why did I, the star of the show get only ten thousand? And what about the little show upstairs with King the dog with the huge cock and knot, how much did they pay for that little exhibition?'I. These exciting but forbidden fantasies started when she was sat on the toilet at college some months ago and overheard a girl enter an adjacent stall and start to pee. Without knowing why, Holly found the sound of the pee splashing down into the toilet very sexually arousing and, subconsciously, her hand rubbed and probed her pussy furiously until she screamed out in pleasure as she orgasmed more violently than she had ever cum before. The girl in the next stall very obviously overheard her and. There is just enough light that I can see the features on her face as she gently breathes in and out. She is not in a deep sleep, only lightly dozing until I slip into bed beside her. Margaret doesn’t know it but I do this a lot, watch her in her sleep. She would think that I am being silly if she found out, but I love to do it. The serenity on her face as she sleeps makes my heart ache with love and I marvel at how beautiful she is. Her hair has fallen forward, partially obscuring my view of.