Theywere pink with white lace trim and a little bow on the front. Savouringthe moment you slid the garment up your legs. Before long you had put ona p...ir of Patricia's capri leggings and one of her shell tops. Thefeelings running through your body at this moment was intoxicating. Whydid this feel so good you wondered, confused at what you were doing butnot having any intention of stopping. Deciding you wanted to take thingsa step further you searched Patricia's room for her makeup and once. So coming to the story mai abhi 1mahine phale gaon gaya tha dec me bht jaada thand thi tho meri mausi ki ladki bht kaafi hot hai or hum dono k bechme masti chalti rehti hai like yaha waha hath lagana mai uske personal parts pe cmnt krta hu and usse bht aacha lagta hai and vho muje like bhi krti hai kaafi had tak tho ek sham sab humare ghar k bahar baith k aag sekh rahe they or mai or meri mausi ki ladki priya hum dono chat pe they hum dono hi mast kr rhe they kahi bar hum krte mai uske boobs pe. I entered her readily, finding no sign of a maidenhead.“I’m not your first...” I remarked.“You’re my first King.”“And hopefully your last for some time.”A few thrusts later I had spent myself inside her and was ready to dress.Charlie Burnes, an old friend from Brighton who had been packed off to Eton after my ascension was not so lucky. He was still in full Eton dress when I approached him.“Charlie,” I clapped him on the shoulder, “we’ve just got to get you out of that bloody school.”“I’ll say.. I was laid in bed and thinking what Tracy would look like naked in bed with me, a wonderful fantasy. It came to me with a rush her life would be horrible, she'd marry a loser that beat her and either end up driven insane by her husbands abuse or murdered by him. I could even see a possible list of who'd she marry and one name, a creepy guy lead the list. I would keep this information to myself for now.Mom let me open a Stock Brokers account that charged a monthly fee that included free trades,.