She shook her head as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've got stretch marks and fat. That's what you see."I pulled her other leg onto the bed, s...ttling her into a mostly prone position, propped by three pillows. I gently but firmly pulled the towel from her chest.I placed a finger on a stretch mark, at its origin high up on her chest, and traced it down its length, ending somewhere around mid-breast. "You know what this is?" I asked quietly."Yeah, it's a stretch mark," she said peevishly,. She was near the point of passing out, but he held her up with ease as he wiped the sweat and make-up off her face with a warm, damp cloth. He held a glass of mouthwash to her lips and she rinsed her mouth with trouble, probably swallowing more that she spit out. He carried her to her room and peeled the dress off, knowing she would be more comfortable without in. Her body was limp – how much had she been drinking? – and he forced a glass of water down her throat, hoping it would ease her. He made me laugh so hard that my stomach hurt, he made me laugh so hard that he made me spit my drink out so many times. I even laughed so hard that I almost passed out. I was having the best time ever and I didn't want it to end. We started to goof around and shove each other and laugh, then we decided to make a game out of our game. We decided to see who could distract who the worst, and it was his turn first. He started talking a lot of trash and started to make me laugh again, and by the. I stood up and positioned my cock between her lips and, just then, the door to the bathroom opened. We both turned to see Heather's dad standing in the doorway. My cock in my hand, her ass and tits completely exposed to him as she was bent over one of the sinks. Holy shit, I thought for what seemed like a moment frozen in time. Then he opened his mouth and just said "You might want to lock this door." Then he turned and walked out of the room. We both laughed, but my cock was still hard and.