Wilson made me write it in cold verbiage that would surely leave my dad devastated.I was heart broken. My dad was the only family that I had, and I kn...w that he cared about me more than anything in the world. It killed me to know how devastated he would be when he read the letter, and learned that his princess was going to be out of his life forever. I knew though, from the moment he groped my tits in bed, with the lecherous Mr. Wilson watching the scene through spy cameras, that his life was. Walson was leaning forward to pick something up, Jason Smith, a friend of mine who lived up the street, casually strolled by the Walson’s house, obviously enjoying the scene I was being denied. By the time I again had a clear view, she had already stood up and was returning a ‘hi’ wave in response to Jason’s. This happened often, and not just with Jason, as most, if not all, of the boys, not having the vantage point I had, had no other choice but to walk by hoping for a peek. I suppose I. Unfortunately, being on a shoestring budget, the only flight I could afford was this horrid thing, at 2 am in the morning, when no sensible person would willingly leave a warm bed and go anywhere. I sat in the terminal, waiting for the flight to commence boarding, while drinking the crappiest and most expensive cup of coffee I'd ever tasted. I sipped some more, when I saw her standing nearby, also sipping some coffee from a cup. "I can't believe that I'm paying for this crap." Believe it.. She stroked his cock, holding the head in her mouth, sucking and swirling the delicious head with her urgent tongue.She pulled off and cried out as his tongue found her clit, making her gasp. Electricity shot through her, and she felt a climax begin its unsubtle climb. She turned her head, saw Veronica facing her in Kevin's lap, her legs spread lewdly outside his, leaning against his back, and her breath caught. His cock was inside her, she could see it, see her shaved cunt opening, sliding up.