“Found it,” she yelled. Then she held up a half-squashed birthday cake with way too many candles mashed into the icing.I remembered having a party...breakfast, having a talk with Tara about condoms and getting ready for the party with Liz. After that – nothing!From somewhere out there I heard Dad’s voice, sounding all distorted and fuzzy.“Can anyone tell me what’s going on?”“I think I can.” I think that was Aunt Penny’s voice. She sounded like she was crying. I wondered why. “But can we not do. My thoughts tumbled out."It's, got nothing to do with us. Having her, shit. I have you. It's, completely independent. If nothing happens to her, I still have you. I don't love her. I don't like her." Speak up. You're mumbling. I can't understand some of what you're saying." I'm thinking out loud. What difference does it make to me what happens to Betty? I mean, aside from how it affects the kids, if she's miserable, I'm blissful with you. And if she's happy, I'm still blissful with you."I. He pushed two fingers into my dripping pussy and licked my clit."Ahhh AHHHH yesssssss! Ohhhh fuck that feels good!" I said, my body arching against the chafing ropes.He stood up and pushed my shoulder down onto the bed. He slapped his dick against my dripping cunt."I want to fuck you so bad right now." Fuck me please.... I'm so wet..." I moaned.I felt him throb against my pussy. He pushed inside me."Ohhh you're so big! Mmmmmhh! Yessss..." I seethed in pain and pleasure.He shoved deeper into my. "It's all right for you to be different from other people, to want different things from life. Just think how dull it would be if everybody wanted just the same things out of life. Haven't you ever tried talking to Mak about how you feel?" I just can't! I don't dare to. What if he hates me?" Lyssa sniffled, wiping away tears. "I love him, and he says that he loves me, but how can he keep on loving me when he finds out how I feel, what kind of an awful person I am? And then I think, what if he.