Adults that are more innocent than some of my peers. It's only when I mention things I shouldn't that there is bloodshed. Home time with bruises and o...ce a broken bone. Parents don't care, and everyone thinks I'm spying on them.Deeper, deeper, harder, faster, faster, please... Keep quiet, so hot, god I want... What does silence sounds like? I wonder what it's like to be oblivious. And no one believes me, why would they? I stopped trying to impress long ago, I don't want to end up being taken. Laura just moaned and gripped my mother harder.“You love my cock inside your whorish little pussy.”“I do,” Laura moaned breathlessly“Say it!” my mother demanded, stopping her movements, pushing Laura’s hips into the mattress.“Please,” Laura begged, struggling to move her hips, desperate to orgasm.“Say it!” my mother repeated.“I love it,” she panted.“I love your cock in my whorish pussy. Please fuck your little slut. Fuck me and make me yours,” she cried, shouting at the end.My mother resumed. " Well that wouldn't be very nice," Tittiefuck pointed out."This... this is just so wrong!" the woman exclaimed, seeming to regain her previous anger, "Tell me, don't you have any self-respect at all?"Tittiefuck giggled at this."Of course Tittiefuck has self-respect! Tittiefuck is very pretty and very sexy and super-fuckable!" Unbelievable," said the woman, shaking her head, "Absolutely unbelievable. Are you on drugs?"Tittiefuck just giggled at that. The woman backed toward the door."I think. I lie on my bed and fall asleep with the catalog on mychest. I left it open to the platter tutu, still my favorite of thecostumes in the catalog. Mother knocked on my door and entered when itwas time for dinner. I still had my catalog on my chest wearing only thepretty panties when Mother entered.She told me that Miss Johnson had called and explained that I'd beenstaring in her window just about every day since her classes began.Mother explained to me that Miss Johnson would love to have me in.