Pinching and pulling her nipples, their erectness pleasing me, clamps pinching, drawing a moan from her, her eyes telling a story, fear and excitement...competing within her. Grabbing her ankles I flip her onto her front, forcing her legs apart, allowing my fingers to brush over the rapidly moistening lips of her pussy.I grab her paddle, she loves this, I can clearly remember one of our first conversations when she had mentioned it, mentioned stroking it it, missing it's devils kiss on her. That would mean she was about ten weeks pregnant and would give birth in a strange place in about seven months.At almost the same time of this awakening to the realities of life, young Sophia noticed that her father's features had taken on a nasty pallor. He was still breathing with a steady rhythm and he took the soup with a slightly shaking hand, but his condition was obviously deteriorating and she was at her wit's end to think of anything to remedy the situation. She was most grateful that. I sat down on the rocking chair, and listened to Cindy and Angel talk. Cindy commanded, ?Go into the bedroom and strip. Get a hand towel, and come back here.? I got up and went into the bedroom. I took off my clothes, got a hand towel from the bathroom, and returned to the living room. I hoped that Lanny and Chuck wouldn’t be returning. Cindy lit another cigarette, took a puff, and commanded, ?Sit down, and jerk off for us.? I sat down in the rocking chair and started masturbating. It was. It was at that time that the adults started to interfere with their comments of being sweet on girls. I can still remember my anger when people teased me or Luc or Alain of having Mia as a girlfriend. At fifth grade, my parents transferred me to one of the top private schools in Brussels. There was a primary school for the first 6 grades in a brand new complex, and a block down was the secondary school .The school was run by the Jesuits, and that was the end of my co-ed education.