Truth or Dare?” I demanded.“Truth, too,” Kevin answered.“Are you a complete Top or versatile?” I wondered.“Versatile, trust me. Very versa...tile. I wager that Demy’s a bottom with guys, though. I suspect that your father is mostly a Top, with maybe some curiosity about bottoming now and then. Same with your uncle here, I think. I bet that Demy’s asshole gets a lot of use, especially since I’ve been pounding it,” Kevin declared.He licked his lips with obvious lust for the menfolk.“Truth or Dare?”. I refused your embrace, as I did grandfather’s touch. My father was an honest and good man. He is the one I went to for comfort after my grandfather branded me. I saw your looks of hate and disgust. As my eyes clouded over and my vision faded, it was your eyes I saw when grandfather made you cum as he fucked you. I’ve always seen through your lies, as did father, and nothing you tried could keep me from doing it. Why don’t you tell Timmie and Kylie how you orchestrated having grandfather, your. Lignt bhi chali gayi aur light ke subhah tak aane ka koi chance nhi tha.Sabhi log apni apni chato par aagye.mami sabhi ke liye khana upar chat par hi laga layi.hum pancho(bare mama,bari mami,chote mama,choti mami and me) khana khane lage .khana khane ke bad chat par hi gadde bicha liye aur baate karte karte let gaye.dono mama kheto par kam karne ke karan bahut thake hue the so that khana khate hi so gaye .me apne chote mama ke bagal me leta tha aur meri dusari taraf choti mami rekha leti thi. Her teacher, Mr.Conner, was 35. He had one, full, tattooed sleeve and another tattoo along his left forearm. She wasn’t fully sure what mixed race he was, but he always had nice, golden skin. He dressed handsomely, always wearing dress shirts with a matching tie, dress pants, and as a bad boy touch, biker boots. Even through his shirts she could see his muscular arms and constantly fantasized about what else lay beneath…She traced the vibrator down her body, imagining Mr.Conner sexily kissing.