. an eccentric. She ran a small shop upstate which specialized in selling crystals, alternative medicine, mystic type shit. She had always taken a par...icular interest in you and despised your brother and his wife (your parents), so you got along. You hadn't seen her in years though, so this was a little out of the blue.You open the box and inside is a sealed envelope, a sealed vial with a strange looking liquid, and a crystal on a gold chain.You open the envelope and the following message was. They were smoking and talking about girls. It’s not allowed to smoke in this room, so they had switched off the light. The hobbyroom is in the basement and it’s a big room, including also some things for childeren to play. For example a rungwall. At the end of the room there is another smaller room where a sunbank is placed. Suddenly the door opens and the light goes on. It’s Christiane, a 33 year old woman. She has an athletic body, is about 5,6 and 105 pds, green-brown eyes and aubergine-red. I raised my butt and jammed my butt on his finger. I felt him pressing his hard cock to my hand. I opened the eyes and turned to see him. He smiled to me nicely fucking my butt with two fingers already. I looked down and saw his erected cock stretching medical trousers. I smiled to him and stretched my hand to his dick. He moved away a bit letting to free it from the trousers and take the cock by hand. He breathed out and closed his eyes, it seemed he was in great tension, the cock swelled. “Hey, Junebug,” I said, deciding not to pry on what the sisters were fighting over.Dusk strolled after, adjusting her glasses. Her strawberry-blonde hair fell loose about her face, her skirt swishing. My wife followed after, petite and blonde, clutching her coffee in her hand with desperation. She looked tired.I felt tired. We’d been up all night fucking.And I was the only one who remembered it.Other members of our church were flowing inside as I led my family in. Hands were shaken, hugs.