.. and I had Philopatorkilled in Pelusium. He died. My own brother and I killed him. That's always haunted me. But still, the memories kept flooding b...ack to me. I had to marryPtolemy, my youngest brother. But by now, my life was harsh and cold. Ihad locked out the exterior world. I cared not for family, nor friends,nor love. I was the Queen of Egypt ... sole ruler of the mightiest andmost ancient of empires. I was a goddess. I had no need of Ptolemy. Andthree years later, I had him killed.Oh,. Jerry welcomed Marlin in his 2 bedroom apartment that was furnished with best taste. A bottle of Scotch and glasses on the table were waiting for them. Jerry took out the ice from the fridge in the crystal ice bucket and they started sipping the scotch on the rocks. About 2 rounds of Scotch sipping and they were in each other’s arms with an amazing hunger to kiss the other. Jerry could feel Marlin’s mature cock jut out into his thigh and his very wet and slippery tongue was also working around. His hard prick hurt me. He was at the peak of orgasm and I could well understand his needs. He was in the urgency to get inside me and I could feel it. When I gave him the green signal he rushed me towards his car and drove me to a motel nearby. The urgency of the situation was such, we couldn’t waste a moment. We rushed to the room and even before we could close the door we started undressing. Our clothes flew off to all corners. He had undressed before me, the look of his beautiful glistening. I am eldest of all the k**s (7th or 8th std by then) and our less age difference was the factor that we bonded great. She used to spend time only with me since her puberty (well, that was the instance I remember meeting her for the first time). Grandma’s house had a big terrace on which we slept at night due to high temperatures of the summer… She always slept beside me, wearing a nighty.She would pull up her nighty till her neck under the blanket and she would keep my hands on her tummy,.