The pain was never going to end. I was never going to be able to return to the life I had once had. I would never get to attend my new classes. I woul... never be able to be part of my family's life again. I was never going to grow old and die. I was already dead.I went to my own funeral. My mother tried to justify my death by telling herself and the other mourners that I had had no business drinking at my age. I was only 18, too young to go to frat parties, too young to be dead.I sat in the back. I grunt softly as my face pushes sideways. He smashes me against the cool wall making my breasts grind against the brick. I hadn't even noticed him pull his cock out. But there it is poking at my dripping lips. He reaches under my shirt gripping onto my nipple, yanking and tugging at it. My head pushes back into his chest as I groan fighting to keep my moans inside me. "What a slut, where is your bra, babygirl?" His voice is so deep in my ear it makes my pussy leak even more. He pushes his. But opposite situation is very rare – only few fathers will bring their daughter (if they are not very little children) to the mens locker room. Anyone can understand this situation as a improper, because certainly some man will be stare at girl, as in women shower nobody will stare boys, only they are afraid of about their own daughters. And now I wanted to tell about absolute exception of this rule, which happened in one small European country in one small town (only 8000 persons living. Feeling the soft sheets she was wrapped in she suddenly realised this wasn’t her bed, she’d gone home with someone last night! She heard water running from the ensuite and she froze, suddenly feeling her nakedness all the more. A figure emerged in the doorway, I lithe figure wrapped in a sheer silk robe emerged. Delicate features, large soft eyes and a warm smile bounced over to her and into the bed with her, suddenly those large eyes all the closer, Lydia was able to appreciate the mix of.