I’m 18 and I can do what I want.”My Dad was a little taken aback by my statement and he thought for a few seconds before responding.“You ARE 18 ...nd you CAN do what you want. But WE’RE paying for your education so I think we have SOME say in it.”I thought maybe I had gone a little too far so I backtracked a bit.“Okay. Can we talk about it tonight?”“That’s fine.”The day went by with no big happenings. I went to see Mike and Darren and we talked about stuff for a bit.“What are you guys doing in. “Not talking to that dingleberry will not bother me at all.”I turned to my partner, and shrugged. Doug ventured, “Guess he doesn’t like black folks much, eh?”“I wonder if that might prove to be some kind of handicap, in a city with a black mayor, black city council, and mostly black residents.” I took a breath. “That big talking, cock sucking piece of shit has never met Kathy, couldn’t pick her out of a lineup, and presumes to judge her.”Doug’s dark eyes narrowed. “Hey, partner! Don’t start. Main bola wo main samajh chuka hun bas ye batao ke kitne lund taste kar chuki ho.Wo zor se hansi aur boli ke abhi sab pooch loge to raat bhar kya karoge. Main hairan tha ke sab kuch apne aap hi hota jaa raha hai. Maine usse kahan ke sach bataon maine to aaj teri friend ko chodne ka socha tha aur tu aa gayi. Usne mere lund ko zor se bheecha aur boli ke wo to bacchi hai main hun asli cheez. Main tumko poora maza dungi. Bas aur kya chaiye tha mujhe.Usne mere lund ko chatna shuru kar diya aur use. Jerry Austin, my dad’s boss, was single since going through a costly divorce last year. Dad talked about it over supper a lot. He had short blond hair and steely blue eyes that cut like a knife through my soul. When he looked at me, I went weak in the knees. I wouldn’t say this to anyone else but yo, but he made my pussy feel funny too. I tried, you know. My tight little tank tops, usually white and I wore a black bra under it. They really highlighted my B-cup breasts. Tight jeans, really too.