The biggest reason was my disgust with myself. I hated myself for not being able to control my own body. I was embarrassed that someone else saw me in...the state I was in, I was so ashamed of what I did, of what I was and that I not only let myself get into this mess. But that I was so lost in the lust with those disgusting men and boys and that Ann, She was as bad as they were if not worse. Sister put down my veil and sat next to me, holding me, she said "Come on dear, tell me all about it,. It fell over spilling some of her things. - Now, I want you to look at me and smile.She raised her head and tried to smile but it felt hollow, a tear ran down her left cheek.- Wipe that tear and try a bit harder please.She used her hand to remove the tear and then took a deep breath and did her best to shine a smile at him.*flash*- Good girl. Now, unbutton your blouse please.Her mind reeled and her head shot up and she stared at him in disbelief. He was not smiling anymore.- I will not ask. But he knew how hard she slept, especially after sex. About a month ago, the smoke alarm malfunctioned, squealing at 2am. Cathy hadn't woken until Freddie went in to roust her.Stan looked at his dick; other than occasionally poking Alice while she was passed out, it really didn't get much attention other than his own stroking. He looked back at the video of Cathy sleeping, her dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, her mouth open and inviting. Stan swallowed hard again, the stood up, unlocking. Finally he pulled himself together and went back to the window to finish pulling the curtains to. The condensation had cleared and the message - if it had not been a delusion - was gone.He made his way downstairs to a pleasant evening with his two relatives. At about half past nine, he expressed himself a little tired and excused himself. The ladies exchanged a sad glance as he said goodnight and made his way upstairs.He undressed and looked at himself in the mirror. What he saw was the body of.