She lay motionless, seemingly uninvolved in the sex act taking place.The man was nearer seventy than sixty. His arms and legs were skinny and white wi...h a fair bit of grey hair sprouting out from them, his back was white but hairless. The only part of him that was not skinny was his stomach. Not really flabby but more like a taut round bulge protruding out underneath him. Although the man supported himself on his arms and knees, it was his stomach that pressed her firmly into the mattress. He. Just enough to make me shiver. His hand slid over my waist, onto my bare leg. His hand went to the back of my thigh and came up just under the curve of my bottom. He left it there, thumb gently moving in small circles. Closing my eyes and shivering. Whole body taut. Small whimpers. Feeling so confused…no, please no, oh god cup my cheek, please, oh god why, someone help me, I don’t want to like this…please…My throat started to hitch. I hate myself. I hate the way he’s making me feel. Scared,. There was one older guy I had a drink with, he knew my father way back during his shipbuilding days when I was just a small girl and we chatted and he remarked how suddenly different I looked to him, he took hold of my hand and have it a squeeze and I reciprocated and saw his eyes drop down the my long thighs, "I love girls who wear stockings", he said, his voice sounded distant and different, "Even your friends daughters", I retorted, I don't know why I uttered those words, but no sooner had I. You kept your grades up enough for your folks to be happy and you were careful what you said to them. It had worked out amazingly well for a long time...But now you're eighteen years old. It's your last year! You'd lost interest in getting stoned or screwing around too much with girls. You're actually terrified- you have to figure out some kind of career here in about two years. That's not a lot of time. Worse, it'll cost you and your parents money.You'd done your best though... there's a.