She thrust her butt back at him each time he pushed forward, making a little slapping sound as their bodies came together.“That’s it. Fuck me. G...ve it to me. That dick feels so good. Fuck me, and then come all over my titties,” she encouraged him. “Come on. Faster. Harder. Fuck me. I want that cum.”The difference was like night and day. Whether it was his nervousness the first time she rode him, the position, or a combination of the two, he was getting there, and quickly. He felt the. Welcome to your new room." Then everything went blank.***My eyes struggled to adjust to the light, and something seemed to be flickering. The television was tuned to a local channel, there was a news story tuned to some accident scene."The car belonged to 18 year old Dan Pastie of San Mateo, a local highschool student, and DNA testing proved that his body was the one found at the bottom of the creek. He was believed to be drinking at the time." How do you like our cover-up? We planned it. "Donna for the past 9 months, I haven't heard from your father, or you for that matter," I said "unless you needed something." You didn't come home at all this summer," I reminded her."You just asked for money for some summer Oceanology program," I said."I didn't tell you because I didn't want to worry you, and you have your own life now," I said."Your father just left," I snapped."I spent a lot of time alone and depressed and unhappy," I said."Then I met someone," I continued."Someone who. I've seen how people treated Sam though...I just..."She softly shook me, "You see how we treat Sam. Why did you think thatwe'd treat you any different?"I shook my head, "I don't know... I mean I knew that you were okay withher, but... I don't know Rachel... I was just afraid okay... I know itdoesn't make any sense..."She hugged me again and said, "I'm sorry that you thought we'd mistreatyou..."I told her, "It's not that Rach... I mean... My entire life... Everytime something starts going good.