when I was 15 my mother suggested that I should be fucked by father. I was not sure when she said that should happen. I was fearful of such an event. my uncles had been lurking around to do the deed themselves for some time, which mortified me. the idea of my own father having s** with me makes me ill. then I was aware that my mother must have been passing my father off to me so she could catch a ride with a the rogue coat devil himself.

time past on and I was fearful of being left in the lurch. and I began wondering what had my mother faced as a teen herself. being born short fat and ugly of course never helps, nor her misfortunate genes. she being left alone after her parents died must have been difficult while hitting the rip old age of 100 or more. did she have s** with her father as well before my father came along?

the discontent of the logic that came with jo only made the situation worse. my fears risen to assume that if I failed classes again I would have to face another encounter with some magician that could make money for me.

was I to be that misfortunate to be left like that? were my genes that bad? the three little pigs are said to be from the same source but is she lying?

why would I want to have s** with my father when I wanted to find a nice young boy at 15? these lot of mind thieves have an obsession for incestuous love. its not like I want to have s** with him. and least of all that sea creature who raped me. the sea creature is the one who broke the coven and there for ought to suffer the heavy blow. no, I was after a nice boy with dignity and poise about him.