Still, the whispered comments from my friends, pointed questions about her activities, the anonymous emails. They all can be explained away ... can't ...hey? It just could not be true.Shock-Those are HER in the email picture attachments! I am emotionally stunned, as if hit by a pole ax. If the dates are correct this goes back weeks, months! It feels like my heart has stopped beating, and I am unable to breath. Why would she do such a thing to me ... to us ... to our family!Denial-Ok it is not. The pain was subsiding rapidly. Hejust rested his Daddy cock waiting for me to completely relax. Once he sawthat I was ready, he started to pump. And with pumping comes that deep,throaty, sex talk I was coming to expect and appreciate."Look into my eyes John. Look deep into my eyes as I fuck you. This willmake us one. This will make our relationship complete. Daddy knows how totake care of his boy. Daddy knows what his son needs. Oh son, I havewanted this for years. I have fantazied. "Did you two do it again?"Charise looked embarrassed, ashamed. "He wanted to. He didn't really get to do it right the first time. I told you, he sort of shot most of it on my leg. He was pretty excited." I can imagine," Laura said, knowing how excited Charise's young body made her. "So, to make it up to him, you let him shoot it right into you."Charise crinkled her nose. "That's where it's supposed to go, ain't it?" No," Laura shook her head. "It's supposed to go right into that little rubber. The bus driver stopped the bus and boy waspissed. Somehow I was also named as one of the guys who throw thefirecrackers, even though I had nothing to do with it. (wrong place,wrong time). This got me kicked out of school for two weeks. What hurt,was that this was about the tenth time I was in trouble at school thatyear, and mom had to come to get me once again, not to mention i was alsocausing a lot of trouble at home.Long story short, when mom picked me up, she was pissed, and on the wayhome.