We never did anything that would be called sexual, but it would leave me stimulated. These kinds of interaction made the week go by a little faster.It...was my time alone at home that would drag on. My roommates continued to asks questions about Everett. I finally admitted to them that we were “dating.” They seemed impressed. Both Carol and Jill, would try to get more information out of me all the time. It was interesting, we had hardly spoke much until they had noticed my change in attire, and. Stutter dial tone. Voice mail messages.She took the phone back and put it on speaker, dialing the voice mail number. She entered her code and was told that she had twelve messages. All twelve were from Wanda. Depending upon the message, she was either frustrated or angry or both. It got worse as the messages went on. She had a couple of names for John that surprised me in one or them.We went outside."Twelve messages, Daddy. How could you?" How could I what? I've been outside with you since I. My face seemed softer andmy hips seemed to be expanding. To top it all off, tits were starting toform. I couldn't believe it but for some reason I just decided to go on withthe rest of my Friday night. Sometimes I think about what might have happenedif I had gone to the hospital or something.After putting on a loose t-shirt and some sweat pants I went back out intothe living room. We grilled some burgers and just partied a little while.They were a young couple and we were friends. Having nights. Hands came in from every direction. Her arms were grabbed and held as her shorts were unsnapped and pulled down.Now naked, she was pushed back and forth in the middle of the group of men. Someone slapped her ass and she spun around. Then another man slapped her ass. She spun around again. Then a man slapped her right across the tits. Then it happened again...and again...and again. She tried to cover herself from the abuse, but she couldn’t. The men moved closer in on her and the.