I thought I looked amazing. I don't normally buy thongs but I don't know why I never did because I looked so good. I walked through the front room and...into the hall, as I entered I heard people moaning and screaming. It sounded like it was coming from upstairs. As I crept up the stairs the sounds got louder and louder. It was coming from Dad's room. My dad was having sex with a man. I was daring myself to go in. Or maybe I'd just have a peek. The moans coming from the bedroom were making me. It surprised me how effortless and easy-going Derek was in Bryan’s presence, acting as if nothing was happening, acting as if no betrayal was going on at all. Derek was his usual charming self, laughing it up with Bryan, reminiscing about old times and people they used to know. I, on the other hand, was a bag of nerves, wondering if Bryan could tell if there was something between us, wondering if he could read me or the situation, perhaps see something that was there. For the whole evening, I. Since the family had no vehicle, she rode the school bus each morning. Each mormning, as soon as she walked on the bus the harassment began. The mean bitch socio-pathic girls would call her all sorts of demeaning names, everything from cunt rag to the most vile terms that only hormonally driven teen girls could conjure up. But this was nothing compared to the bullying from boys. As soon as she would sit down, boys would come up behind her seat, reach over and squeeze her perky nipples. The girl. Once it was filled, she realized that she couldn’t wait much longer. Into the hot bath, she went and turned on the jets. The water pressure, combined with her own fingers deftly playing along her swollen labia, was so intense that it was painful. She needed to cum and pee, but suddenly she could do neither.“Fuck!” she cried out, so desperate for release that she was near tears. She slid two fingers inside her slick cunt and fucked herself fast and furiously. But she’d held out for so long, that.