Dekhne mein bilkul mast.chuchi badi hai aur figure wali.ghar mein aksar wo skirt pehen kar rehti thi…jisse mein kabhi kabhi uske janghon ko dekta th....usse zara sa bhi bhanak nahi hone deta.aur mere pas uski ek panty to bahut pehle se hi thi.main maze lene mein kabhi dur nahi rehta.ek bar hamare ghar kuch mehman aaye..issiliye raat mein main aur meri behen ek saath ek hi bed par so gaye.wo skirt pehen kar soyi thi aur kabhi abhi apne janghon ko phaila rahi thi.main chup chap utkar ulte direction. The photograph tilted and dropped from his fingers. He hid his face once more and, shoulders shuddering, sobbed as quietly as he was able. The rumble of distant explosions came to us then. I bit my lip and sought to summon back the loathing I had for this man. For this boy. So frightened and far from home. In the forced company of coarse men reduced to degenerate beasts by war. Caught up in events he would never truly understand. I crumpled onto the floor next to him before I was aware of. Become misdirected?I cross in front of you...long easy strides...and take the small, crystalvial of "Tea Rose" from my vanity table. This is the part you likebest...the part you fantasize about. This is worth a pause, a few extraheartbeats in the pulse of the moment. It's not to be rushed.I return to face you, insinuating myself between your splayed thighs,grasping the tiny, tear-shaped flacon between my palms. A "pop"...a smallsucking sound. I hear you swallow... hard...your Adam's apple. There are many, many ways to lose, all of which are unique predators or situations, some of which may not even feature vore but a journey-ending sexual romp.Since I'm transferring work I've done in the past over, for the sake of chapter selection, it's going to be rather obvious in most cases of what leads to what. When it comes to plot-progression, I'm going to make it rather obvious. The kinky and sexual bad-ends will be obvious too, because that's what I wanted to write and read. As to you.