The prince now devastated by his nefarious act left the sun-room never to return. The prince maybe as an act of atonement vowed to right himself and t...ke his place among his family. To the surprise of everyone, he showed up at the breakfast table the next day. To my shock, there was no final chapter and with the ending unknown, I lay the book back down where I found it. As I left the room, I inadvertently kicked a small metal sliver with my foot and when I picked it up, I knew instantly that it. So, now on with the memories…I was six the first time I remember wearing panties. Probably my sister’s or mothers; I don’t know. Along with wearing panties I liked to put objects inside my boi-pussy. I just loved the feeling of being stuffed full! Until I was around twelve the time just slipped by and I don’t remember much. Around twelve I had scored a job babysitting a brother and two sisters who were obviously not as old as I was. A normal babysitting job it was until at least the first time. The room had been changed over from Charlotte's room into Whitney's room. The king sized bed looked enormous. All of Whitney's stuffed animals and high school memorabilia had been moved into this room. She had the "big" bathroom, her window overlooked the backyard, she was completely blown away. "Mom," she said incredulously "I can't believe it." Charlotte came over and hugged her baby. "I want you to have a comfortable place to fall in love, baby." Whitney grabbed Cary by his hand. "What do. Not that I had mentioned it to anyone yet, because how do you test for impulses? What I did know is my genetics were aggressive in trying to propagate themselves. Putting that together with the girls feeling a strong impulse to add new girls and me falling quickly for the same girls, it couldn't be a coincidence.Thursday rolled around. It was my birthday, or at least the day we had picked after the Greys had adopted me. I knew a party was planned, but wasn't sure of the details. It wasn't a.