" Unlike her mother." I snapped."Do you hate them as much as you hate me?" she asked."No... no... I don't hate them. I thought you had turned them aga...nst me though. You were really out in outer space and I had no idea what you told them but they seemed to think it was all my fault and I just said "fuck it" and quit bothering them." I never turned them against you. You were so angry they couldn't talk to you. You actually frightened Kirsten. She was afraid you were going to do something. When she finally lets go, she makes a little fist pump before placing a wet kiss on my cheek.There’s no turning back now. I unbuckle my belt, release the snap of jeans and pull down the zipper. All three girls watch as if in a trance as the jeans ride down my legs to the floor.Underneath I’m wearing gray cotton briefs. I can feel my cock expanding under their gaze, fighting against the fabric until its size, shape and even the the little ridge around the head are plainly etched into the thin. I still slept in my room, and he in his, andwe’d get on the same bed only to fuck or play around,and we both saw nothing wrong with it. Several years later, I found myself at 21, stillfucking my dad almost every day, but I wasn’t in anyserious relation, and my dad was pretty much the onlyperson I was fucking. I confided in a close friend whotold me that he knew a girl who also had startedfucking her father, but then who had went on to fuckher grandfather. I gave the idea a quick. My move was greeted by cheers and more whistles! "They are in the palm of my hand." It was then that I was aware of a flash of light; at first I thought it was sun reflecting off a car but it happened again. There was no mistaking the flash of a camera that illuminated my dress from inside and would have alerted anyone who happened to glance my way what was going on. Immediately I got off the grill, wall side. The prospect of photos of my arse being passed round the college, or even put on the.