Lucy had got up without waking me. I could smell coffee. I guess she was making breakfast. I went into my bathroom did the morning rituals. As I soape... myself up in the shower I got a huge hardon. Remembering the sex I'd had. Images of a beautiful bald pussy stretched around a thick hard cock. A pussy I'd put my mouth onto and then emptied my cum into. There was no rush to do anything. No parental pressure to perform weekend chores. After I dried off I went back to my bed. I lay down and. Suddenly voices and footsteps from down the hall got louder as they came towards them. “Quick in here” said Jed holding back the curtain and grabbing Alex’s jacket, pulling her inside. “What are you doing…?” Alex’s cross reaction was cut off as approaching voices, a scuffle of footsteps as a large group entered the office. “Sit down everyone” came the voice of Principal Martinez. Jed turned to Alex, his fingers on his lips. “Listen k**” he whispered, “we are not supposed to be here. If. The other, I’m ashamed to admit, had more to do with my own stubbornness. If I relied on my father’s teachings, it would somehow validate our time together. I couldn’t have that. He had to be wrong, forcing me to spar with him every weekend. I mean no good could ever come of it, right? Well since our talk on Saturday, I started reevaluating my feelings and realized the heart of my resentfulness stemmed mainly from the dreaded Christmas incident. Yes, he had most definitely gone overboard with. If I wore something with a skirt, and that showed off my small cleavage, then there was no doubt. I could also wear a slightly padded push up bra, if I really wanted to make the 'I'm a chick damn it' statement. Most of the time, I didn't care whether the people I dealt with could figure it out or not.So the game began almost on time. I sold my sweater, my tee shirt and my jeans to the bank for 3000 chips. When I sat down I was in the chemise and my plain cotton bikini panties. Sylvia sat on my.