”I look down at my little stiffy, tenting my pink panties. “Yes. I am hard for you,” I reply with the same low whisper – the walls are thin an... my neighbors are home.My admission brings another smile to your face and you move in closer, resting your hands on my shoulders. “Your legs are turning to rubber. I can feel you shaking,” you say as you begin to apply steady downward pressure to my shoulders.So true. My legs are weak beneath me and I am unable (or unwilling) to resist dropping to my. You suck way better than he did. Actually you fuck better too and you’re right about the gagging. Deep throat is all practice.” “Why were you faking?” “Like you guessed,” she said. “I had you there, wearing sissy clothes, caged and gagged and I was days late; I had to make it seem worth it. When you put it out in the light of day it’s so crappy. I was trying to fool myself as much as you. I did really hope you would enjoy it. In the past you always liked me telling you about it when I got. Never in the far recesses of my mind had I ever thought about coming back to my home. It has been over two years since I left and I wouldn't be here now if I didn't feel that I had to.My father has a heart problem; something to do with a clogged artery and has to have bypass surgery. He was in the hospital waiting for the operation. I came home because he refused to let the doctors operate until I was there. I just hope the ongoing feud I have with my brother doesn't erupt and cause a. That’s not the only reason I hate Lisa though. As dad spent more and more time with her he spent less and less time with me. I knew that was probably going to happen when he started dating, but when it started really happening I missed spending so much time with him. We used to talk to each other about everything. He started doing that with Lisa instead of with me. Over the course of their 6 months of dating Lisa slowly but surely replaced me in my dad’s life. The only thing that she had to.