Phir aise hi do din beet gye lekin mujhe bra or panty nhi mili ek din mai gya or nani bhar thi to mai kuch bhane se andr gya or jate hi ek bra or ek p...anty utha li or bhar gya. Uss din mai bhot khush hua or maine khushi ke maare 2 baar us bra or panty se muth bhi maar li. Ab aise hi din bitne lge or karib 1 mahine baad meri family ko khi jana tha, sirf mai nhi ja rha tha or mere mama ki family ko bhi khi jana pda, mtlb dono ghro me akela mai hi tha, unke ghr ki chaabi mere paas thi, to jaise hi. I didn't want that. I didn't want to let my sexy Shannon go. I was thinking, brainstorming ways to spice things up, even as a traitor part of me thought back dreamily to the days of being single and accountable to no one. As if I hadn't spent my single days hunting a relationship. I guess I'm never satisfied.Then one afternoon I rolled up to her place and found she wasn't there. Off with friends, not back until later; She'd told me the day before, only I'd been so distracted by the rut in our. He doesn' has a fetish with virgins, but as he says: There is an unfading attraction in the innocence of women, and you have to be extremely sensitive to be the first man in their life! And this one is his favourite fantasy: It's two o'clock in the morning as I pull into the petrol station, not for gasoline but for some inspiration to quench my physical desire before a couple of hours of sleep in the van. The little road shop seems to be unattended but open. I browse through the glossy adult. Finally, someone as uncomfortable as me. From there, we endured a modest procession, and then were briskly taken to the throne room. My father was of course, not present for my arrival. The man was more of a stranger to me than the bartender at the local tavern (although, few people knew me better than he), and he hadn’t even corresponded with me since I left for the estate fourteen years ago, when I was six. “Princess Lucilla Flitari,” one of my father’s advisor said to me, standing in front.