As I had hoped, my tennis shirt roseat the waist to reveal the waistband of the blue panties that couldnever, in those days, be mistaken for boys' bri...fs. A few morerepetitions of this move and the books were shelved. "Help me down," Iasked him in a matter of fact tone as I extended my hand toward him. Myhand lingered in his for a longer than necessary and when I drew it awayit was a close to a caress as possible without being too obvious. My hipbrushed his groin as I turned from him. . No matter what happens here tonight, it’s for your benefit (and mine); no one else matters. I wait until the tempo is perfect, the music washing over me; a physical thing, almost. It’s warm in here. So many bodies. I can almost see the stream rising above the crowd, the colored lights turning it into halos over their heads. There’s a heady sensuality pumping from the speakers. The DJ must be feeling it too; every track she spins throbs erotically. I almost writhe on the floor, all my senses. Her lack of response and orgasm seems to infuriate your father, as he’s rapidly approaching his own climax. He slams into your mother again and again, drawing loud screams from her and rocking the bed so much that the headboard begins banging against the wall.“God damn you, Jill, just let it happen”, he yells at her and rams his cock into her, almost as if he’s trying to really hurt her.After a series of vicious thrusts in her abused pussy, your mother lets out a scream and arches her back,. "Stop that," I grabbed her wrist, "you'll bugger it up."She now tried with the other hand and giggled, which infuriated me even more."Will you stop that," I called out, trying not to raise my voice. I grabbed both of her wrists now and got up from my chair and led her over to the couch. I almost threw her down, but I kept my hold of her wrists. She landed heavily causing her T-shirt to rise up over her white knickers and exposed her flat tummy."Let me go," she giggled but her wriggling causing.