"But you know, that's not my favorite thing to eat on Thanksgiving," Ray whispered in Misty's ear."Really, Ray? Well what do you like to eat on Thanks...iving?" Misty asked innocently, looking up at him with her eyes big and wide. Or as innocently as was possible, wearing the very revealing and slutty outfit she was wearing in front of the dirty old man who had fucked her silly the last time she had been at his house.Ray gently grabbed her hips, pulled her in close, holding her so her tits. Telling Mary about Angela had to be done, for him and for his mom, so they could both move on. And it’d be good to show Mary that he’d made some friends, that he didn’t need her watching over him or Mom.He settled on the good idea gamble.“You know what? Let’s do it.”“Really?” Damien said. “Seems like ... something pretty personal. Sure you want us there?”“It is personal, but we’ve been in a shit load of life and death situations together, Damien. And Fiona’s been in at least one with me. Just. He then ran his hand down my stomach. He moved his body closer to mine. He started to kiss my neck, and then whispered in my ear (not knowing I was awake) and said you like this dont you whore? I did but I didnt say anything back or even more. He ran his hand down a little lower and ended up in undies. He played with public hair. He pulled me over and turned me onto my back. I started to squint my eyes to see my brother fingering me without him knowing. I did so and freaked. Dad, what are. Garrity was so focused on her papers she didn't seem to take notice of my new obsession, time flew by and before I knew it, it was time to go. I got up, put the papers I had finished back on her desk when she finally looked up at with a big smile. "Same time tomorrow Dalton." "Yes, Mrs. Garrity, same time." I replied as I smiled back sheepishly, almost embarrassed of my new obsession. "Do me a favor, after school I am Carolyn. During school hours its still Mrs. Garrity but after, its Carolyn..