I want the whole story told. I want the truthful story and not some twisted legend that makes me out to be some sort of heroine, some larger than lif... goddess. Truth be told, I don’t mind those stories so much, it feeds the ego but I think this version of my story is important as well though. This isn’t to ensure my name survives through the ages. I know it already will. This isn’t to proclaim my glory. The only glory is the peace and harmony that resulted from my rise to power. This is. . She blushed ... probably because I was thinking fourteen had done her, and the rest of the male population of the United States ... and a good portion of Canada ... a great service. She never grew a single millimeter up ... but out? Oh YES!!The rag had only been out three years but Grace had become a staple page (the one in the middle) beauty. If she wasn't 14, I'm sure she would have been asked."David?" Mother called.I looked up from my buffing.She did that thing women do when they want you. Hed read somewhere, a long time ago, that families that ate together were stronger. Although they still did eat together, Sheila usually spent much of the meal looking at her phone or reading a report and making exasperated noises under her breath. This evening wasnt going to be any different as shed already put a pile of papers next to her place. With the food microwaved Sheila yelled up the stairs for her daughter to hurry up, that shed been long enough in the shower. Jake had spent the time. I decided to go one step further; I used my tongue and licked her inner thigh. She was gradually moaning as she was enjoying. I got enough courage by then. I gradually turned my face her thighs. I slowly bit her inner thigh, such that she would not be hurt at the same time she would really enjoy. She moaned and was breathing heavily. I still kept my cool, though my dick was rock hard and calling out “ ZINDABAD” “ ZINDAMBAD” , you can imagine. Now I used my hands and unhooked the nightly from.