She began to wear more provocative clothing to class, and her fear of going to class with her younger piers had nearly subsided. There was something a...out Matt that had struck a chord with her. Sure she love the attention of the young man, but she seriously began to think about what it would be like to be fucked by him. Matt was young and bright, and he seemed to know the ropes of trying to get Ann into bed with him. A few weeks later Ann invited Matt over to the house so they could finalize. . damn good. Did you like it, too?" he asked.Janie blushed in pleasure and squeezed her cunt muscles around his cock. His praise made her feel good."Oh, yeah, Dad ... I've never felt anything that good. I ... I want ..." she stammered."Yes, baby?" John whispered, pulling her closer. "What is it? Anything?" I want us to do it often!" she blurted, blinking her innocent eyes."We will, honey ... we will," her father assured her, planting a kiss on her lips.Janie felt a pang of disappointment as she. . I never realized ... what it meant to be hated ... I thought that I did. I thought that we were the victims of the hate, the persecution ... but it was because we were cruel to others, wasn’t it? The hate that we showed them came back to hurt us. But, last night ... I was hated. I was called all kinds of names. Cuckold. N ... well, I won’t repeat that word ... I’ve used it far too freely in the past. Fa ... well, there is another such word. They claimed that because I let my daughter be a .... She'd already taken off her matching woolen jacket, black turtleneck sweater and thick blouse. She draped the sweater across the back of the chair and hung the blouse over it. "What makes you say that?"He looked at her critically for a moment. "A tee-shirt and tights? My, you did dress up today." In case you hadn't noticed, it's pretty cold out there," she said. They could both hear the clunk-slap of chains on the street and the whistle of wind around the edge of the building.She peered through.