Walking past the dresser heading towards the kitchen, passing the bathroomon the right and the living room on the left. I moved around the cheapwooden...desk I had bought not to long ago from Ikea when I had left myparents home and opened the refrigerator. My dinner last night had nearlyemptied my refrigerator, and I could only make a short English breakfastusing a can of baked beans in tomato sauce with 2 eggs and cheddar cheese.I called my mother and told her I wasn't feeling too well, so she. I just smiled and nodded my head.“I am going to get out of these wet clothes and grab a quick shower. I’ll be down to start supper in a second. Are the boys home yet?”I smiled again and nodded my head to indicate ‘no’.I wasn’t purposely trying to be a smart ass. I just didn’t feel very sociable. Actually, I was on the verge of tears when the boys burst through the door. I had gotten them an older CJ jeep when they turned sixteen. I felt that it would be both fun and safe. Anyhow, they loved. The men who were touching me didn’t mind n were still trying to get a piece of me as much as they could. The inner slut in me was coming out. He was squeezing my ass with a lot of force and making me moan slowly. My full weight was on him and he had full control over me. His strong hands on my ass were making me weak.I had lost all sense of shame. I unbuttoned 3 buttons of my shirt and revealed my black bra to him, his eyes bulged looking at my cleavage. I was wearing a pushup bra so my boobs. In a quiet moment together she told me that Gord had fondled her breasts, but had made no fuss when she shrugged him off. So she felt in charge of the situation. We watched as Sue and Eric and Bob and Marge left together, and Carrie only giggled at the implications. I decided to make a delicious proposal.“I bet if you really had to admit it, it felt good when Gord touched your tits.” This got a non-committal shrug, “Next time he does it, give him more time and don’t make him stop until you can.