I watched as they drove down the street and felt this huge sense of loss. It had only been a couple days but the bond I felt with Charlotte was so str...ng and it was nothing like the bond a guy feels for his parents. I felt like something very valuable had been taken from me and it hurt.I went back in the house feeling lost and it wasn’t 10 minutes before Dad and Susan came into the house. I was setting at the kitchen table trying to remember two days ago when life was so simple. Now all that. The pleasure he caused me was just becoming unbearable. My clenched legs were now getting weaker. My feet were slightly moving apart, slowly giving more room for his fingers. I spread my thighs, yet giving more room. His fingers were now moving up and down and feeling my pussy lips through the thin material of my wet thong. I could still feel his cock pressing against the crevice of my ass.As the train swayed and moved, I started to move my ass to feel his cock. I slowly moved my hips left to. "Go away," his sister yelled.Trying one last time, he knocked.The door flew open."Dude," Dorianna shrieked, "I said to--"Myron grabbed her, stepped into her room, and pinned her up against the wall. He forced his lips onto hers, causing her to make some panicky muffled noises. She tried to break free, but he was too strong. A good twenty seconds later, he pulled away and begin to untie the back of her dress."Stop," Dorianna yelled, "What are you doing?"Pulling her dress down, he answered,. So hows Sam and Clair? Brook asked as she sat at the desk in the room, reading a book. Well…Claires fine…I guess you never really got to know Sam? Well when we there he was always out, so we never really talked to him, Brook replied, thinking about what Sam Andrews looked like. He was seventeen, he was very skinny and about 62. He had blond hair and brown eyes, but for the most part, and he was very quiet and seemed to have an angered expression most of the time. I know. Well hes on a bad.