Not when booze had clouded his mind so that he either became unable to comprehend the words ‘not now’ or ‘no’. So she left. She closed her ey...s and slipped off to the silent place in her mind. The sacred spot she used to go to in trance, in meditation. And so she wasn’t there when he thrust his fingers between her legs. She wasn’t there when his kisses, sometimes so soft and gentle turned sloppy and harsh. And she wasn’t there when he climbed on top of her disregarding the fact that she was. My cock had its usual morning glory suit on, I began to masturbate reliving the wonderful experience of the night before with John my brother and my Dad. I must have been miles away, as I did not hear my bedroom door open and my Dad walk in, I have no idea how long he stood there watching me, but as I looked up a little startled at 1 st I could see he too was wanking his lovely cock as he watched. “Mmm good morning son, trust you slept. "Relax and push out a little." His finger pushed into her and it did cause some pain, because Sonni had never even pushed her own finger in, but it was well lubricated and as he moved it around, she stopped fighting it, relaxed, and to her surprise, the pain went away. When another finger slipped in, it didn't really matter. She had gotten the hang of it and to her surprise, the fear began to melt away. When his fingers slipped out, she expected to feel a cock enter her, but instead a butt plug. He began kissing me so gently that I found this unexpectedly mild approach exciting in the extreme. No grabbing for my boobs, no hand up my skirt, just a soft pair of lips on my earlobe. I was warming to this boy, no mistake. But then if he is too nice, I thought, he’s going to discover the secret beneath my skirt, not to mention the silicone babes that the contents of my sweater would reveal. I had envisaged it would be a night with some over-sexed male who would expect me to suck him off then.