I felt things in my head and felt I was spinning, falling... convinced I was going to die.I came round on my back and realized his intent as fingers r...mmed themselves home. I fought as best my legs could - throwing him clear and trying to force him away. He wore me down, ignoring my muffled cries. He demanded I let him have his way - or he would fist me. I was worn and exhausted and dizzy. As his cock rammed home into my trembling hole his hand closed on my throat again. I begged for help. Constance is a lesbian.”“But she kept on looking at you and she had her hands all over you.” said Elena.“I think that is a little bit of an exaggeration. Yes she is a hands on kind of person. Especially with people she knows really well. She’s been like that with me since we were little kids. And besides even if she wasn’t a lesbian she’s my cousin.”“Oh. She is? That’s good to hear.” stated Elena.After we got in the car I waited a moment then asked, “If she had been some other girl and she had. By her late thirties the tombs had all but dried up, and the bills on croft manor had begun to pile up. She had managed to steady the ship for a while by flaunting her body in men’s magazines, but they will only pay so much for a pair of less than perky middle aged tits, even if they were attached to a minor celebrity. Her fall into the underworld came quite naturally. Her last few tomb raids were quite brazen, borderline theft even, and the black market was the only place willing to buy her. I was sixteen years of age. I knew all about sex, gay, bi and straight but I had never experienced anything, not even a peck on the cheek. Well of course, the only reason I knew about all of this stuff was porn sites. But as it came to the midpoint in the summer holidays where I was so bored of just being babysat while the rest of my family went out and enjoyed their lives, I took it upon my naive self to do something about it. At sixteen, I was starting to see the last signs of puberty. My.