.. who are you?” He looked me up and down, lingering on my prominent pokies and no doubt noticing my disheveled hemline. Busted.I flapped my jaw sil...ntly. I knew Jason was fucking away in the bedroom with his lumberjack dick, but he could have been right in front of me. Six-four, square jaw, all of it. I finally found my voice. “Um, hi, I’m Emily. You must be Jonas. My car broke down and Marcy let me stay. She said, uh, maybe you’d give me a ride to town?”“Car? Beat up blue Calcutta,. We planned it so I would go for a walk and he would pretend to kidnap me. We had to wait until my parents were leaving for the weekend to visit some of our family. I told them I should stay home so I could study for finals. I remember it was a really long wait for me. That whole week was one of the worst weeks I had in school because I could not think about anything other than getting laid. We passed the time by figuring out the details of our rape plan. He told me all the things he wanted to. I placed the laundry on his dresser and sat on his bed."What's the matter, Ernie?" Am I so bad looking, Mom?" Of course not, son. I think you're even better looking than Ryan next door." Then why can't I get anywhere with girls?" You date, I know that." Yes, but I can't get past a good night kiss. I'm fifteen years old and I've never been laid."I raised my eyebrows at the word he had never used before in my presence."And why wouldn't you let Dad take me out when we were in Las Vegas?"I ignored. Fuck me. Fuck me good.’ Cynthia’s tubetop was off and grabbed a handful of her luscious titties, licking her already hard nipples. She put her hands on my face getting me to stare at her eye to eye. ‘You like that?’, she asked, ‘you like that, huh? You like fucking me?’ ‘I love fucking you’, I said. ‘Yeah? You love fucking me? You love fucking that pussy? You love how it feels?’ ‘Yeah. Tastes good.’ ‘Yeah? You love how my pussy tastes? You love putting your hard dick in me? Huh?’ ‘Yeah. I love.