! He... he has turned ga... gay!" She stammered, andpointed a trembling finger at me.Dad looked at me carefully with his eyebrows knitted closely. Hea...ways did that when he was puzzled by some mind-buggingproblems."Holy Christ! Peter Miller! What do you think you are doing?" Heblunted out.I knew that dad was hot under the collar now. He had a habit ofcalling out my full name if I pissed him off. I needed toexplain everything quickly and forcefully. He would not listento me if I let him continue. Imoved towards her and got her hands. She tried to move and I got her saree.Shescreamed loudly. I put my one hand on her mouth if you shout, people may comebut, I too will shout and will tell them that you are compelling me for sex soyou know whom people will believe. As I was talking, I pulled the saree awayand she struggled to stop. After lot of effort, I removed her saree. She was in blouseand petticode she tried to cover her boobs with hands and moving backwardspleading me to leave her. She had never felt it before. Suddenly, she landed with a hard thudding sound onto something she could not pass through! It hurt her soft body; she had never experienced pain before. A voice rang- in her ears, and not in her mind! “Angel! You’re here!” the voice was masculine and deep, as well as kind sounding. *** They stood opposite one another, staring. It had happened, they were finally together! Many feelings ran through them; joy, surprise, elation, love (which appeared for Madison as a. Obviously I wasn’t going to go back for them, so I just glared at Buck as he started to cum, then took advantage of the distraction to get out of there before he could say anything.I never saw Buck again, thank gawd. Although, admittedly, my mother’s next few dates weren’t much better - “Freddie”, “Stevo”, and a guy who literally just went by “Deep Fried”. He was a hundred times bigger than me and Mom put together ... didn’t stop her from fucking her, of course.She fucked all of them. I didn’t.