The cabinet beneath her sink is timecapsule of the downward spiral of my family, of past cosmetic trends andbirth control technology. Now, it was my m...ke up kit, and pharmacopoeia.In the past three months I've already consumed half used packages ofOrtho Novum and Demulen. I again spelunk into the cabinet's lower depths,and recover a half-used package of Diane 35. I read the ingredients, 2mgcyproterone acetate and 0.035mg ethinylestradiol. I dissolve one under mytongue, savoring its bitter. Still, it was just fun for us. Then, things moved on a pace, biologically speaking. One summer evening, I was sitting in the bath and, with there being nothing better to do, I was giving myself an extra special wash down below, so to speak. The more I rubbed, the better my cock felt. The better my cock felt, the more I rubbed. This is wonderful, I thought. I had never felt my cock so hard before and then quite suddenly, a thick white cloud was released from the tip of my penis and began to. Me: That’s true. Maybe the ghost is old and brought it’s things here!Anna: Ha-Ha very funny Aafi!Me: I thought it was.Anna: Don’t joke around about ghosts while we’re here.Me: Ohhhh you’re scared!Anna: The story is a weird one!Me: About this place?Anna: Yes.Me: Tell me about it.Anna: Ok. Try not to be scared and run screaming!Me: That’s going to be hard!Anna: Hahaha! Ok. Here it is. A rich man wanted to build a castle or mansion here. He was obsessed with this place. He sold everything he had. I jerked my load over a picture of my daughter kneeling wide kneed facing me on the coffee table showing her cunt in all its brown furred glory and holding her big breasts up squeezed together with her blonde hair d****d over her big deep pink areoles and peaking nipples offering them up to Matt for him to play with. The look in her innocent big blue eyes inviting me to do whatever I wanted with her luscious big breasts strained my shaft even more than just seeing her naked tits and cunt. As I.