"Why does she have to be such a bitch all the time?" she whispered to herself, as she took a nice long shower. "If it was her, I wouldn't make fun, or...anything." A very nasty idea came to her mind. "What if it was her? That would sure put Missy Prissy in her place!" Cathy felt ashamed of herself, and finished her shower. Her idea was just too nasty! Cathy was a long time, trying to sleep.The next day, Cathy felt a little better. That is, until Irene started in with a few choice comments. "Mom,. Me ek novel padhne laga achanak sote sote uska sar mere khande par aa gaya mene uski teraf dekha tau bas dekhta hi reh gaya. Thand ki wejah se uske gore gore gaal laal ho chuke the or boobs tane hue the mene bag me se chadar nikala or use udha diya or khud bhi odh liya or chadar ke andar se hi uske jaangho ko sehallane laga achaanak wo uthi or kaafi tez aawaz me chillai ye kya kar rahe ho? Aaspaas ke log bhi jaag gaye phir kuch sochate hue usne kaha oh me dar gayi thi or chupchaap baith gayi.. .. what? To be a slut. To do unspeakable things with strangers. To abandon everything about who she was. She was a person of a certain age and position in life and she would no more ... with a man she didn't know than she would rob a bank.But then there was the dress she had bought. Why? What use would she ever have for such a dress? To be buried in and give them one last surprise, she thought bitterly. Or first surprise, rather.She had a sudden urge to try it on, even though she had seen it on. "Of course. I skipped school a few times. We went to a motel where he taught me to really love sex in all different ways." Did your mom find out?" Eventually. The school counselor called her and said I had skipped school a few times. Then I had to tell Mom the truth."Okay Alex, it's getting late. Mom and I have to leave this afternoon. My first classes are tomorrow. Can we do it one more time before I leave? Maybe I can help you get it up, nice and hard like before. I want to be on top if you.