It was shaking a lot. I don’t know what to do and I got an instant hard-on. I took my mobile out and captured the video of them fucking. My mom was ...houting ‘vegama idi vegama idi ‘aaahhhhh aaahhhhh’. I silently shoot the video for a while and left my home and went to internet cafe and started browsing for few hours and jacked off there even.I went to my home at 7.30 as usual my mom was acting like nothing happened. I too talked with her normally. From that moment I wanted to fuck her hard. At. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. My sleep was not restful and certainly not dreamless. The head-voice returned, but I found myself unable to wake from its taunting. ‘Wake up, beautiful woman. Wake up and go do our bidding. We want your body. We want you to do things for us.’ I couldn’t wake up. I didn’t want to wake up. I was sort-of conscious, though, because I felt the distinct feeling of something crawling under my skin. Oh dear god, it was horrible and I wanted to tear the skin. Kendal wanted me to start blogging. I felt it was kind of like having a diary, but sharing it with the world and that made no sense to me. A diary should be your inner most thoughts, not shared with the world. Despite my misgivings, I promised I would start at camp."What are you doing?" Hunter asked me."My blog." Don't tell me you do the whole social media thing," Ridge commented."Sure I do. Want to see my stuff. I think I even have video of why I dislike Mark."I showed them my football website. Everyone in this new school calls me "Annie Little" or sometimes to be funny, "Little Annie". It is sort of a joke because my real name is "Klein" which is little in German. I don't mind being "Little Annie" to the others because now my red hair seems to fit in a lot better. I even have tried my best to not use the way we speak at home so I don't give away my roots. I say things in the Irish girl's way so everyone will assume that is my country of origin. It seems so funny to talk about such.