And without asking, I opened the drawer and took out the magazine, smiling a bit as I handed it to him."Don't I get a thank you?"He nodded, red-faced,...not giving me his eyes."You're welcome," I said as I strolled.Four more days, each day the same routine. I'd take it out and hand it to him and then wordlessly put it back in the drawer in the late afternoon.That evening I was out shopping, Richard staying with Ryan, a cousin of mine in for a visit. I bought what I had too and stopped for a. 2,mid 40s,blonde short hair,had some weight on her, very talkative,and,very open,in the summer she loved to where short skirts,low cut tops,with some quit big tits,from what i could see.Her sons,are not part of this story,as moved out to live with there dad about four months after me and my mum came to live in the house.Things went on as they do,until a left school at 16,and had all summer before i went to college in the nearest town,my mum was out at work all day,so was home on my own quit a. I just didn’t have sex with her, I made love to her.After some days, I decided to fuck her at any cost, so planned 1 day at my farmhouse not too far from my place. After 2 to 3 weeks, I called her to my farm house and locked the door and started kissing and pressing her boobs, I tried to put my hand in her pant, she refused and then I forced her to remove but she put a condition, I should not remove my pant, I said ok and I started rubbing her pussy from outside and after some time I tried to. The two bitches hadnt even noticed that he was in the room, but that would change immediately. He crossed the room and studied the bitch on the floor. He was looking for some sign of what might have broken the day before, but he saw nothing obvious. He would find it, though, and the bitch would pay for hurting him. He would bleed her slowly as he hurt her in ways she never thought possible. Grabbing her by the hair, he hauled her to her feet, and, as she screamed herself awake, he dragged her.