Get up and come and stand beside me. And wipe that silly grin off your face; we have serious business to attend to.”She managed to modify her smile ...o some extent as she took her place next to me.I turned my attention back to Gwen who still knelt silently in front of me, her eyes fixed on the floor. I let the silence get heavier until she could bear it no longer and flicked her eyes up to look at me. When her gaze was met by my steely stare she immediately looked back down.“Do not move an. The asshole had his buddies start spreading nasty rumors about her."Ann had stopped, and I asked "Is that it? I know that sucks, but how would it turn somebody into a hermit? Surely it blew over!" It might have", Ann admitted, "if not for Deanne Baker. I saved the worst for last. She was a townie who used to live here. There were rumors about her, too. People thought she was a lesbian. Around here, that's a death sentence for popularity. I heard fifty different versions of the story, but I. After a bit, I removed my hand but left Alex's where I had stopped his progress.He seemed content with the progress he had already made and didn't move his hand for a long time. But with his fingers resting on top of the waistband of my panties, we were both plenty aroused by the situation.But inevitably, I felt his fingers moving again. I felt pressure on my skin, and then Alex had his hand just underneath my panties.I squirmed a bit, adjusting my legs as feelings of excitement rippled. He told me that he knew his dad had fucked little girls, because he used to bring them to him. He’d find the slutty girls at school and hook up, then when they were comfortable he’d bring them home and hold them down while his father raped them. That’s where all the gossip came from, but no one had ever proved anything. Charles Miller told me he was going to move back home now, and he’d work it out with my parents to keep me coming out to the farm. He also told me he wasn’t as much as a.