Well…that’s not strictly true. I can hear a few voices but they are mere murmurs really. As loud as he is, I haven’t a clue what he talks about ...ecause his accent is so strong. Clearly Scottish, but more specific I cannot be. I do recognise one word in particular though, which he uses frequently. This is a word you wouldn’t want to use with your mother and he doesn’t even seem to be using it in anger or for emphasis. Disappointingly to me, his conversational style appears to be successful since. " I replied "I wouldn't expect less." She crossed the hall, knocked on the door and went in closing the door behind her. Is this really happening? I sat on the bed in shock. I thoght she would come back in at any moment. I never thought she would go thru with it. Hell it's been 5 min. I got up and went into our bathroom that separates the 2 rooms to put my ear against the wall. Didn't have to. Between the bed hitting the wall and my dad's loud grunting I had no doubts about what was going on in. I closed my eyes tightly as tears ran down my face. I knew I had fucked up, that he had ripped me open. I could hardly stand and lost my balance, falling backwards onto more of his tremendous dick. Before I could fall more, I felt his strong hands on both sides of my hips. Like my weight was insignificant to him he slowly lifted me off of his dick. I felt inch after excruciating inch slide out of my tortured asshole. The head of his dick was just about out of me when he began lowering me back. In fact, that is what happened, Alison swore that she did not mean to do it, when her bag snagged my towel, that next Friday afternoon on my way to the showers. She and four other girls all stood gazing at my package. I had never thought of it as anything special, I was neither the largest nor the smallest at school, I mean, we didn't stand and compare, but when there are twenty or more boys in the change-room, you do notice things. Anyways, they were standing, looking, admiring, while I tried.