I closed the door. Masturbated five times that day. Thinking about what happened.Now I started to go at her house every day and frequently start to to...uch her. She was enjoying so much. She also started teasing me by showing her full cleavage by dropping her pallu. Or bend over before me so I can admire her ass.she was so horny that she used to do those things when uncle n I sat there. Uncle was a geeky professor lost in his own world.I couldn’t do anything more because always someone was there. Unable to accept this, she made her way to the building lobbing all 5 of the grenades in the windows. Smiling she listened to the sounds of the men dying in the building before the doors burst open.Drawing her 9 mm she took out the first few but knew they would get her also. Escaping she made her way to the rendezvous, getting in; the plane took off, no questions. The landing on an abandoned airstrip outside of London, a typical average English foggy day.Traveling overland in the beat up car. "Mary?Okay... I don't know what to think. Your story is too incredible to betrue, but..." Wait," librarian Mary interrupted, "Occam's razor time. You're right,Suse, it is too incredible but that doesn't mean Katya here is what shesays." She squinted at me. "Simplest answer is that she is a he,probably on hormones with those boobs, and has just tucked it back." ...let me get this straight, if I whip down my trousers and show you myflaps, you will believe me?" They shared a look. Something was. And that brings us round to the present. As I write this I'm dying. If you're reading this, then I'm already gone and you might have even heard about it on the news. Which brings me round to the point of all this. For twenty five years I've been building a business, an empire some would say, and along the way, tens of thousands of people have come to rely on me to keep their companies afloat, keep their jobs in place so they can raise their own families. It's a responsibility that I take.