. and kissing a stranger. She had on high heels, which he rarely saw her wear, a very short skirt, which she never wore, and a white blouse. Her hair ...as braided. She looked like a teenager. What the hell is going on, he wondered?"Open your blouse for me," the man said.Without protest, Allison began to unbutton her blouse.Chris' eyes opened wide as he stared into the dimly lit room and watched his mother's fingers open one button at a time until the blouse was hanging open by an inch or so,. ‘It is beautiful.’ ‘Yet it still pales in comparison with you, Your Highness.’ He kissed her cheek as his arms tightened around her middle. Turning in his arms, she kissed his lips briefly, then backed out of his grasp to drink in the vision of masculinity in a perfect black suit. ‘Sir Knight, for this night, our roles are reversed.’ She dropped into a low, elegant curtsey. ‘For this night, Sir Knight, I am yours to command.’ From her curtsey, she dropped to a kneeling position before him,. So, not only Dad, Mom and Steve saw me walk around in skimpy clothes but also the neighborhood boys and friends.The only person who didn't get to see my charms was my eldest brother Jake as he had moved out and was working in another city.As my clothes got shorter, Steve's groping and cupping increased and he kept making me touch and kiss his cock while also enjoying the nightly visits of Andrea.Dad, on the other hand, never objected to my dresses or discouraged me when I hugged him tightly or. He and the girl looked ahead to a boy standing nearby, making no effort to conceal himself. Only nine years old, he was dressed in a training uniform and was carrying a slain boar over his shoulder. At this stage in his training, he had to spend a month in the wilderness, far away from the temple and other people. It was surprisingly easy for him. Despite his youth, he was a handsome boy and had an unusually muscular build. His eyes, usually despondent, were filled with rage and killing.