I was then browsing a FHM magazine on my bed and she saw it. "What magazine is that?" I answered her straight that it is a adult men's magazine that w...uld not interest her cause it is all female. That magazine was actually not mine but her father who is also working outside the country, a seaman.'Can I see it?" I was hesitant for a moment but I think there is nothing wrong. So I allow her to browse on it."Why do you read this? Do you like it?" I feel awkward to answer her but told her that it. Her head slightly tilted to the desk, propped up on his hands, on his knees he was alert. Slowly, gently unbuttoning the fly, firmly grasped the penis, with her hand slipped behind the buttocks. It moves in its rhythm, looking for it, as if milking a cow. It has reached the right size, under the influence of touch took on hardness. Impressions were intensified by blindfolded eyes, with a strange position — on the knees partially under the desk.v In silence, he was panting louder and louder with. — Yes, I'll let you speak to them. I think you should have a little talk with the two of them." She reached out and Doreen grabbed the phone."Hi, Bettsy baby. Guess what. I'm preggers.— No. It was your evil little brother.— Well, you know. The usual way.— No, I'm not mad at him.— Married?" Doreen turned to me. "You didn't bring me up here to marry me, did you?" I shook my head. "Definitely not getting married.— Well, what are they going to do with the other fifteen when they get pregnant? They. I can’t let it grow any longer than this or it still frizzes up like yarn. My eyes are so bad that I’m probably legally blind. I wear contacts.I have almost no tits; I just have swells, with nipples that stand up like erasers when I get hot. And that’s what I am ... Hot! I’m not pretty, Uncle Buck, I’m hot. Men want to fuck me ... They don’t want to marry me. They don’t want a relationship with me. They don’t even want to be my God damned friend.”The next thing I knew she was crying her eyes.