I’m eighteen, but a very young eighteen. I’m still in high school. In sixth grade, I was left back. I should have graduated already but I didn’t... The last few months have been very hard on me. My mother recently got a new husband. He’s an alcoholic and they’re always fighting. I really don’t like him very much. My mother really pays me no attention. This is her third husband. It’s always the same kind of a man that she attracts. I’m always very unhappy. My mother and her husband are always in. I slowly approach, not sure of who I might find in the water. As I inch closer to the boulder I notice off by the bank a discarded swimming costume, distinctly a woman’s costume. And then I see her. Like a mermaid or a siren from naval lore, she emerges from the surface caught in a beam of sunlight. She glides up, water streaming down her face which rolls down farther, over her chest, and through the narrow passage which separates her glistening perky breasts. Eyes still closed, she takes in a. ’ Natasha looked puzzled and said, ‘A cooler?’ Cherie shifted her look to Laurie who said, ‘Come on. You know what a cooler is. Its just wine mixed with fruit juice.’ Nat turned up her nose less slightly and said, ‘Why would anyone ruin good wine by mixing it with fruit juice?’ ‘No,’ Laurie said. ‘They’re fucking cool. You’ll like them.’ Nat looked skeptical so Laurie turned back to Cherie and said, ‘Bring her a strawberry daiquiri wine cooler. She’ll fucking love it.’ Without even thinking. Dont fucking move. I saw him walk to a cabinet and take out a bottle of cooking oil. He came back, and I felt the plastic tip of the bottle slide up my asshole. Then I felt it squirting all cold and greasy as he fed the oil up my asshole. I didnt mean to but I moaned, the feeling of having something shooting up inside my ass was astounding. Mr. Miller laughed. See cunt, youre going to love it. Youre going to love my cum shooting up your shitter. He took the bottle away and put his cock back at.