I catch myself in a mirror and stop to take a peek. I love the way I look in this light, barefoot and wearing nothing but my favorite blue checkered p...int cotton panties, holding a glass of wine. My hair falls out of a loose ponytail and my breasts, covered in gooseflesh, give my silhouette an hourglass shape. I run my hand over my body one time, enjoying the view, when a light comes on in my bedroom. Startled, I peek around the corner to see that the light is coming from the house next door,. I went to leave the room to get changed and she stopped me. You can get dressed here, I don't mind. I started to get undressed, I undone my skirt and she was sitting on the sofa watching me. I bent down to take it away from my feet and I looked up and she was playing with her self. Rubbing her wet pussy in front of me. I was so horny watching her. I stood there grabbing and biting my tits waiting for her to call me over. I gave in, I slowly walked over and whispered in her ear, do you need help. He was my favourite uncle, always happy, always kind, and always encouraging. In short, he was my role model. I just couldn't believe it.But I had to believe it, and I would believe it, because later that week I found myself at his funeral, crying my eyes out. Then a few days later, I was in the notary's office, with all of his close friends and family, hearing his last will and testament read out by a stern, balding man. His house, and a large sum of his money would go to his wife, my aunt,. Just after my seventeenth birthday, a part of my family’s business didn’t operate how the elder wanted. Father was next in line to head our family. The local authorities were unable to give any explanation about how a pride of starved Bengal tigers found their way into the home of the previous head’s home. There were no survivors, not even the staff or children. The elder still had those who disregarded his wishes, and it took another ten years before none questioned his demands or paying the.