My curiosity and fascination had been awakened.One morning, when my grandmother was attending a church jumble sale one rainy day, I was left in her ho...se alone. I knew I would have at least a couple of hours to myself, so I decided that I would investigate the magical kingdom of her wardrobe. As I stood and admired her collection of basques, bodices and girdles, and felt the swelling of my young cock in my trousers, I couldn’t resist reaching out to fondle the delicate materials with my. "Almost" meaning not including the part about how he had killed his own father with his new found power. That secret he had shared with no one - not his other two loves Nicole and Amanda, and not Ariana.There was something about Ariana that he found interesting. She was beautiful; her long blond hair falling in gentle curls to her shoulders, her slender belly that widened into flaring hips, her large, soft breasts that melted into his fingers whenever he touched them. But she was obviously. ..............Maize:There’s a boot pressing on my left cheek, keeping the right one flat against the concrete. Someone’s jerking my arms behind my back but I can’t see who. My dad is screaming, begging them to let me go but I know that it’ll be no use.I’m not even scared anymore, they’ve been fucking me for what seems like days and my mind is getting used to it even if my body isn’t. The dull ache between my legs is made worse when cold hands force them wide apart. “Fucking look at it!” I hear. This routine continued for a few days. She stopped wearing a bra to bed!! One day my mom had to attend some puja at one of our relative’s place. I refused to go as I get bored in such meets.Even Kirti said she doesn’t want to go as she doesn’t know the people there. So my mom left with my brother. I thought this was my lucky day.Kirti was preparing coffee for us. I went from behind and gave her a light hug and wrapped my arms around her. It was routine for us to hug each other so she didn’t pay.