I didn’t have to fit in that mold. I didn’t have to force myself to be something I wasn’t. I could just be myself. I could let myself blossom. I...shivered, beneath the lust my son stirred an anger simmered at my husband. He forced me into this.He needed to pay for that. For all he had done. I glanced at my daughter, her beautiful features that my husband lusted for, the hijab hiding her silky hair. I grabbed the scarf, pulling it away. It whisked as I drew it down.“Mother?” she asked, trembling. Her top was held up by two thin straps and when she leaned over to kiss her parents, I could see completely down it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were small and pointed. My cock jumped in my pants and when she raised her deep eyes to mine, it continued to grow. Her eyes were a pale blue, set in deep sockets and they looked directly into mine. Her lips were full and wet and slightly parted. “Hi Will,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m China.” “Nice name,” I said, feeling the delicacy. More

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