"What the fuck?" I said. That was all I could get out, when they grabbed me and forced me up against the wall. They again laughed, and said, "Yeah, he... looks like a real good boy, should be fun."At this point one of them started undoing my belt, as the other held me there by my throat. The one who was stripping me pulled off my pants and threw them over his shoulder. Then they both laughed. I was wearing a jockstrap under my pants, because I was out of regular underwear. The one looked to the. .I am..." Ohhh...please..stop this Manu...I am your mother..."As she kept stammering, I was becoming nervous as I feared that things were getting a bit forceful. My grip on my mother loosened and I reconciled to the fact that if she wasn't interested she can easily get away. But, she wasn't making any extraordinary efforts to get herself relieved although my arms had opened up. I realized that she wasn't resisting me as I had feared as even her evasive action was too slow to say the least. She. It is a couple of hours later when I hear him come in the door. The food has been in the refrigerator for a while. I am lying in bed naked. I can hear him rummaging around. He gets a beer out of the fridge and starts drinking it, watching TV. I start masturbating again, rubbing my pussy, stroking myself until my cunt is starting to get engorged.He starts to go toward the bathroom to take a shower but I stop him before he gets the chance.“Let’s make love,” I say. “I’m really tired,” he says.I. Milena was born in June 1986 in the Republic of Yugoslavia. She was the fourth c***d and second son of her parents. From the she was very young, every knew that the boy was extremely effeminate. She grew up in the small town of Jusinci and excelled in academics. When she was five-years-old, Slovenia gained independence. She earned a scholarship to the Faculty of Economics at the University of Ljubljana. She earned an undergraduate degree with a concentration in international business.She moved.