![]() ![]() It was a family heirloom, handed down the female line and it has some very strange properties, one of them is that it can be used to induce a form of mind control, not hypnosis as we know it in the Western world, something a lot more subtle and complex, something deeper and far, far longer lasting. ![]() ![]() And when it turned, it turned big time!Īs I mentioned earlier my paternal Grandmother originally came from India and it was she who showed me how to use and control the Amulet. So, after so many years of having to put up with Imogen’s nasty, annoying, and sneaky little ways, despite her physical beauty, the worm finally went and turned. She is stunning looking and yet she is a total and utter prude not to mention as boring as hell to talk to.Ĭan you believe it? A fine looking piece of ass like my cousin, and that is all she is, a fine piece off ass that was until recently untouched by man or woman. In a nutshell Imogen is totally wasting herself in more ways that I can count. You certainly won’t get me in a gym unless I'm picking someone up from outside one! I’m only fit because I walk my elderly neighbour’s three active spaniels every day. Imogen is into body beautiful she is fit and goes to the gym nearly every day. I tan easily whereas Imogen is milky skinned, her eyes are pale blue to my grey pupils and she has fine smooth features where as I am freckled all over with a snub nose and a slightly lopsided mouth. We both are lucky enough to have great chests our tits are bouncy, large and very perky and they just about fit into a 48DD bra. She is tall and leggy, I am short and a little on the plump side, she has long red gold hair, I have the family dark brown curls that are so wild they need taming with a hedge strimmer every two months. My name is Mitzy by the way, and I am antitheses to my prude of a cousin Imogen. She wasn’t going to loosen up willingly, but with a little help from the Amulet well we could move mountains, or in Imogen’s case move her tits and ass to the rhythm of damn good fuck fest in which she was going to be the starter, the main course and definitely the dessert. I decided quite out of the blue one day after a rather short and sharp conversation with my mother over my lack of ambition that dear Imogen needed to loosen up and loosen up good and proper. I mean how many young women in the 21st century abstained from frolics between the sheets before marriage?Īnd how many women in the hard nosed business world don’t fuck a few men to get what they want? Well Imogen didn’t and doesn't, she was Miss Perfection and I mean it in both a literal and lateral sense! Hadn’t Imogen done well, an executive in an advertising firm, rising through the ranks on her intellect alone, never using her sex and femininity to get where she was going to, and what was just as wonderful, she was so moral and upstanding. I like my job in the library, I’m not ambitious, a bit of dreamer really, and left to my own devices I would have been quite happy with my lot.īut I was always being compared to Imogen by Aunt and to a certain extent my mother too. Now I’m an easy going person, a bit like my Dad really, go with the flow he says and I do. ![]() You see my father was a man with a somewhat diverse racial background, his mother was from India, his father was half Welsh and half Dutch, and his first wife had been from Vietnam where he had lived for some years before ending up in America. What gets up my nose is Imogen’s holier than thou attitude not to mention I have always disliked her intensely.Ī dislike that went far back to our shared childhood when she was forever tattling on me to our parents and getting me into trouble, hence the snitch bit, the snob bit she got from her mother, who always thought her sister, my mother by the way, married beneath her and she passed this prejudice on to her daughter. Nothing wrong with that, not that I agree with it but each to their own as my dear old Granny used to say. Now I have no problem with her being a prude, I mean she has this archaic belief that sex should be done only in marriage and then only for procreation. My cousin Imogen was a prude, a snob, and a snitch. ![]()
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