I went to wipe it off my leg when I felt more of it coming from my quivering pussy. "What had caused this to happen?" I thought, as I bagan to regain ...my composure. Quietly, I dried my body off, put on my robe and hurried to my room. "That Bastard!" I hissed inwardly. "If my Dad ever finds out what he did then it will be too bad for Uncle Jim!" I thought as I smiled at the sight of Daddy beating him to a pulp. I began to put on my new pink dress with shaking hands. I did my best to steady them. Slowly my desire for having her body started building in me. I was making plans how to get her under me. I was a member of a local club. One day our club friends had bhang altogether. It was first time I had it. Upon reaching home, I looked at my mom. A great desire started building in me for sex with mom. It was due to bhang which creates this scenario. Father was in shop. Mom was roaming here & there in house and my eyes were following her. I was looking at every part of her body from boobs. They found the easier cloth to put on: a dress, a short one too. Now, they didn`t bother putting underwear on me. I just had a dress on me with nothing inside. They put me in the car and we went to the nearest masseur they knew; 5 mins away. We got out and my dad carried me inside. The masseur, well I won`t say his real name(let`s call him Paul), agreed to see me. Paul was in the mid 50`s. My dad placed me on the table. I was on my back. My parents stood up besides me, and then Paul started. Although I’m not sure if most boys had the urges that I felt. I wanted to pleasure men, at that young age I was exactly sure how to, I just knew I wanted to be with them. I had found a “Playgirl” magazine a few months before and even then my young cock ached as I looked at the pictures of naked men, Their beautiful, soft cocks looked so manly, so amazing. Looking at those pictures gave me feelings and urges I didn’t fully understand but had to explore.I had seen a “Adult” bookstore before as I.