Yes, sex! She had let the boys fuck her for the first time, and the second time and about four more times after that. When one cum in her the next one...was ready to go again. She wanted it and now she had to live with it. She also had to go to work and both boys had to go to school. I just laughed at them.That night Mom was exhausted and wanted to go to bed early. As soon as she was out of sight Dad told the boys to go with her. We giggled outside her door as she begged the boys to leave her. Following the string with my gaze as it forms a taut line to the horizon, thrumming slightly in the wind. My sweater is disappearing before my eyes… I am alarmed to feel the cold air on my bare belly, but can only watch, dumfounded, as all of my careful stitches are unmade, and the woven pictures become a meaningless multicolored string being pulled into the sky. Beneath my wonder, I can feel the panic easing as I realize that the rain has stopped – and, although the sky is still dark in places. .. ‘there’s gonna be a whole heap o’ spurtin’ goin’ on.’That ‘spurtin’ began when Jessie Harper was showing her mother through the Communal Dormitory that Jessie and her friends had only just explored themselves two days ago. Jessie had just shown her mother the recreation room and was heading into one of the dorm rooms when she stopped very abruptly, took two steps backwards and said, “Um ... let’s ... um ... perhaps we could ... should ... let’s have a look in another dorm room. That one is a. ” “Yeah,” I said. “He completely lost what we were talking about.” “We're laughing, man,” he said. “But it's sad if you think about it. You want some dick, you should get some dick. Can't be going through life scared to be who you are.” The side-eye I aimed his way was off the scale, but he didn't notice. “Yeah,” I said. “That is, in fact, pretty sad. People scared to be who they are.” “Hey,” he said, “next time you get a hard-on you should do that again. Motherfucker's head might.