For a long time I thought it was my fault because they were on their way to my aunt's house where I was staying while they went to a party. I kept thi...king that if I had agreed to stay all night with my aunt, my parents would have gone safely to our house. Instead, I insisted that they take me home and that's the reason they were struck by another car. It was driven by a drunk driver.I slept through the night, unaware that my parents had been in the accident and had died while in route to the. She let her arms drop back to her sides as all this registered. She hoped that the man who was now thrusting in and out of her hadn’t noticed her move.She closed her eyes tightly and held as still as possible. She just wanted it to be over, for whoever this was to quickly finish and go away. But was he the last one? For all she knew there was a line behind him: all the Oilmen coming back for extras before taking off, possibly.Certainly she’d been fucked several times since she’d passed out the. .." they both started to say. "You first."He saw her glare at him, her lips tight and eyebrowslowered. "What kind of fucking mirror is this? Why doI see a damn faggot instead of myself?" My name is Jack Fox," he managed to say, "and I'mnot a homosexual."Her mouth dropped, "I'm Jacqueline Fox. What's goingon?" She was quiet for a moment then asked, "Ifyou're not a fag then why the hell are you wearing adress?" I was depressed," he said."And you dress like a chick whenever you'redepressed?" She. She removed Greg’s shirt while he was kissing her. This business of tongues was as hot as they said it was. He removed her blouse, which went behind him. Rafe was tall enough that she had trouble with his shirt. When he bent down to kiss her, it came off easily. When he’d removed her bra, he kissed her nipples. They pushed out at the touch of his lips.She was wearing three skirts. After John kissed her, his tongue roaming the inside of her mouth while she removed his shirt, he bent to kiss her.