I pulled that night, and fucked that girl like a bronco. But it was never the same. Next evening, Rob came over again to watch the game and head out... But we never made it out on the town. He spent the night sitting on the couch yelling at the TV, and I spent the night, my rugged body stripped naked, on all fours between his spread legs, licking out his sweaty ballbag and chowing down on his fat stalk. Since then, although I still dig chicks, and have no interest in other guys, I find it hard. Without saying a word, he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide. Then, after squirting some baby oil on my labia, he mounted me and rammed his stiff dick into my virgin cunt, causing me to scream in pain as he busted my hymen."Shut up, you little whore!" he bellowed, slapping me back and forth across the face. I tried to be quiet as I sobbed, tears running off the sides of my face. My innocence was being taken from me by the man who had raised me. Again, it wasn't long before he came. I. I tasted it and ran my hands through my hair when I realized that ?ohh, stupid, I shouldn?t have done that?? Now my hair was half oily. *sigh*? ?Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound?? I picked up the bottle and held it over my head and gave a gentle squeeze; I felt the first drops hit the top of my head but I couldn?t see how much I was putting so I tried to be a little conservative. Setting the bottle back down I gently pulled my hands through my hair and flopped it forward with my. I slowly got to my feet, trying not to look at the faces of my roommate and her editor. “Miranda?” Becca’s voice was soft. “Hm?” I bit my lip. “Why don’t you take a seat between us. I think we need to talk.” I sent her a short glance. “You mean, like this?” I gestured down my naked body. “There will be nothing we haven’t seen, will there?” “I guess not.” I sat down. They didn’t shift apart, so I was squeezed in between them, their legs and upper bodies touching me. “I think we crossed a line,”.