Mum and dad are hardly around, mum works full time as a secretary for a paralegal and dad is away on business a lot. Mum doesn’t usually get home ti...l about nine in the evening and dad, when he does come home, gets home about eleven. Us girls usually fend for ourselves, but we are fully grown so it’s all fine. It was an afternoon like every other, I had finished classes in college about three, slightly earlier than usual. I also got a lift home from a friend, making me get home a full hour. The dance club Gwendolyn talked his Mother into letting him join wasmarching in the parade. "This is going to be worse than that damn St.Patrick's parade. It's eight miles long, not counting all those dancesteps, it's hotter than Hades out there and my girdle and nylons arealready hot. Mom even made me put all this gunk on my face. I look likea hooker with all this makeup. Oh for the days when I could just wear atee and baggy shorts," he muttered as images of what happened after St.Paddy's came. .you gotta hurt me baby...ugh ugh ugh. Momma likes a little pain....fuck that's good...that lill bitch picked good....ugh yeeesssss.....she got herself a stud.....a cunt....but a stuuuud. God that things hitting places momma didn't fuckkking know was there....god, it's so fucking big. Now, baby. You gotta start biting, and nipping. And mommas hard ass needs punished. You...fuck me, that's so good...let me up...I need cocked doggy...I fucking love doggyed'Kevin had never had a talker. Most of. Fortunately there were two girls behind us, so we didn't have to deal with any requests. I spent that time trying to get Cindy to come back. Cajoling her, saying how sorry I was, begging, even, that she say something to me. I was so upset that if she didn't say something before we got to school I just knew I would start crying.Wednesday Morning, At SchoolIt only took about fifteen minutes to go from our complex to the school, but by the time we got there I had succeeded, to a point. Cindy.