Uncle hugged her tightly planted a kiss on her cheeks. His mustache rubbing her soft cheeks. She pushed him away even though she enjoyed. He said “ ...deekho shaku (shakuntala ) tumhe to pata hai me kitna akle pan se tarsa hu, ab maine man bana liya hai ki baaki ki life bas maje karunga. Tum bhi to centimental banana chod do. Bus enjoyment karo. Hum dono abhi sukhi jeewan ke sare raste khojenge” to which she nodded somewhat.Then he told her “shaku ek baar mera favourite rasta dikhao na?? aa?” and. She gave me another hug, passionate kiss, got off my lap and then reached out to Jane to come over. She whispered something in Jane’s ear which caused a surprised look on her face and she astonishingly asked Ginger if she was sure and Ginger said yes. Then Ginger turned to me and told me that Jane was mine for the next hour while she fixed dinner. She turned back to Jane and told Jane that I was hers for the next hour and to enjoy.I stood up, took Jane in my arms, hugged her close then. It started slowly, hanging out in his room, he talked alittle about sex and he would ask me questions and I asked him some. All innocent, just boys being boys probably. But every time I’d leave, I would masturbate. Sometimes I wouldn’t even wait until I got home. Stopping behind a building or in a field, I’d stroke myself until I came. At night, alone in my bed, I’d think about sex. Like most boys that age I guess, I was always so horny and would touch myself. But probably unlike other boys, I. “Of course we brought you here to fuck you like the little cunt you are… But what really turns us on is a woman screaming in pain… So… I guess… Well… Tonight you’ll die… Actually you will die a painful death and then we’ll totally fuck your corpse… OK?” The guys gave each other an approving nod as I started crying loudly. One of the guys turned and walked over to the wall of tools while the other let his hand grasp around my breast and enjoy it for a moment. He seemed thoughtful and when he let.