She isrich. She is popular. She is a cheerleader. She is smart. She is datinga handsome football player. This is a typical Friday for our not sotypica... girl.Events take place in early April of Sophomore Year after the events of,"Heading East: Mark" and before, "Outside Looking In"5:15 AMI can hear her softly knocking on my door, in tears hoping that I'd openthe door for her. I get out of bed and let her in. I know if I don't shewill end up waking up my brothers and the two will be crabby all. "Oh pretty good. Bored as usual, was feeling kind of lonely. Glad you showed up." Sandy answered.They started chatting about all kinds of different things, the occult, witchcraft, Satanism, etc. They hit it off as friends and soon 3 hours had passed by quickly. Rita invited Sandy up to Massachusetts. She had told her about their small coven and asked her if she'd be interested in joining. It would only be one day a month.Sandy had told her it would be hard to get away more frequent than that.. It was as if she had been thinking long and hard about a decision and wanted to carry it through before she could change her mind. "I'm really uncomfortable in these cut-offs" she said, "I am going to get ready for bed". And with that she grabbed her night things from the drawer and disappeared into the bathroom.There then followed what I can only describe as an uncomfortable few minutes and Tom, Anne and myself struggled to make conversation in a rather electric atmosphere. That atmosphere. Do you like my tongue uphere, Daddy? It only goes so far, how about this? Yes, I can feelsomething now, deep inside, just here..." Quinn was sticking two oilyfingers deep inside and manipulating my 'special spot'. I was leakingcopiously now as my cock rubbed against the slippery, wet padded table,with Quinn's fingers deep inside pushing against my prostate."Oh, oh, I...Quinn, please, stop, do me now, ooooh...fuck me, please. Fuckyour Daddy with your long cock, please..." I looked back and Quinn.