Erica was on the sofa, kneeling on the cushions as she lay her head in the boy’s lap. He had his head thrown back with one hand gripping the armrest...and the other on my daughter’s head. Erica still had on the outfit she’d worn to school that day, a denim skirt and a pink halter top, only her skirt was thrown up around her waist and her pink panties were on the floor. My eyes ran over her incredible legs from her cute feet, her crossed ankles where the glint of the anklet I had given her caught. I still don’t know if those drinks were spiked but I do have some very grave suspicions, I was well happy and flirting with them outrageously and my feelings and outlook I knew were changing rapidly. so much so that I was starting to act a little sexily with them even perhaps flirting a little. Oh, nothing actually physical but enough to inflame passion, in both me and them. Pete was watching me and laughing and shouting to me to “relax” and to “enjoy, and have a good time” and that he was. Dad had bragged what sluts we were.One man got on top of my sister and then pulled me over and spread my legs and began to finger my pussy before he then started to lick it. He was fucking my s*s and eating my cunt. He then sat me on my sisters face and continued to lick me as I sat there. Then he would kiss my s*s and and let her taste me on his tongue and go back to licking me more. He then turned me cunt down on my s*s and told her to lick my pussy as he spread my ass and began to finger. I wanted to make sure I scored well, again, to avoid speculation about long-term effects of my lightning strike. Also, our school guidance counselor had pushed everyone in the senior class to get their college applications out before Christmas break. That is very early, almost absurdly so, but his rationale was that it would give us time to make an informed decision. I'd already completed and sent the application to Rutgers, which for me, was the only one that really mattered. But for my.