..Everything seems like routine my dad rapes me and y family turns a blind eye. In 7 th grade I started to drink to deal with it. I would drink at sc...ool and hide liquor in my locker.I would drink to forget what's happening at home, my house wasn't a happy place.My mom fight with my dad a lot and he took his revenge on me.In 7 th grade I met the first boy who had a crush on me. His name was Nick, he was a white boy with big blue eyes and blonde hair. I thought he was so cute and he ask me to. When she was a child she took pleasure in kissing her younger cousin, who in her naiveté of being only a year younger, did not realize the violation she was subjected to. Now, she was a grown woman on her own in a magical place where anything could be possible.It did not start out as breaking a sacred taboo. All she knew was that she was alone and was craving satisfaction that women feel when their partner is not around. It was his fault that she was now alone and very horny. He chose not to. My brother and I were down to our boxers in no time losing hand after hand. My wife was in her panties, but still had here shirt on. She lost the next hand, so I told her that the shirt had to go. She told me; “NO WAY!” It took some convincing, but we did finally get her to lift her shirt up for a brief moment. What I didn’t realize was that she was wearing a shelf bra that did not cover her nipples at all. My brother and I were both transfixed on her erect nipples and were both speechless. She. Also attending that college were two guys that to this day are my best friends. The three of us; myself, Ray and George had a lot in common, from playing division 1 baseball, to partying, to chasing great looking girls. It was in our junior year that we first saw Lea. She was a transfer student that had all of the guys drooling over her, and the three of us were no different. From the moment we saw and met her, she became the most sought after girl for each of us.Ray, who is a light-skinned.