I would watch from the parking lot as their tits bounced when they dance. There was one little cheerleader that caught my eye the first time. Truth wa... I was fucking her. I remembered the first time I fucked her like it was yesterday. I remembered her walking home from her cheer practice and I couldn’t help but follow her. I asked her if she needed a ride and of course she took the offer. I took a wrong turn and drove to a dangerous neighborhood. I told her to get out of my car and she had. She's not at that number quite yet, but shewill be tomorrow."I was stupefied.Jen said, "It's time for classes, girls."I went to classes that day with a lot of questions. Questions I suspectwill never be answered. Questions I'm not sure I want the answer to.****************Diary, the world is a whole hell of a lot weirder than I ever expected.You remember those questions I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to? I gotthem last month.The night started innocently enough. Jen, Liz, and I went out. I must have done this for 15 minutes when finally he said," Okay slut suck Daddy's cock." I did not care what he called me and I kinda liked being a slut. I took his 7 inches back in my mouth and worked it the way I would want my own sucked. I felt like I had found my calling. This is what I was born to do. He kept telling me how good it felt and how I was a natural at it. He would call me nasty things like cocksucker, slut, whore, fag, bitch and more. Those things only seemed to make me suck. I cleared my throat and grandma broke their embrace.“Frank not when the kids are around,” She said to him pushing him away.Frank walked by me and winked at me as he did. I went over to grandma and she told me to set the table. As I got the dishes out and was sitting the table I asked her what all that was about.Grandma told me she has known Frank for a long time. Grandma came out and told me he was her lover when grandpa was still alive. I was shocked to hear that as I always thought they were.