She bate her lip and started fucking her father slowly. " Atta cowgirl!" he said."What does this feel like?" Joan asked her. "Wow... " said Lisa. It ...urts a little and it is also nice. "Sweet-sour." Yes, but next time it will only be good and no pain" said her mother. "Then you can start fucking forcefully as you have seen us do."Lisa was steadily increasing the movements. Slowly. Further up. Down again. Further up. down again. Longer strokes. Just a little faster. In a while she was panting. The trip back home went better than the one in the morning. I picked upthe order that Lisa had sent to the warehouse and I was quite curious tosee what was inside.I was feeling that the effect of the drugs from the night before had notcompletely vanished and my perception of the world still seemed a bitoff. I kept shifting position in my seat as the seatbelt feltstrangely uncomfortable.Angela was already home when I arrived."More clothes? I should give you a list of things for me!" she said. Our crew of eight rode together in Mr. Ritter's van on the way to the local scout camp on Saturday morning. Mr. Ritter had briefed me on how the weekend was run. As crew leader, I had to direct everything we did this weekend. Mr. & Mrs. Ritter were there just as advisors. I hoped I'd remember everything he told me to do.When we arrived I went to the dining hall to check our crew in. The staff handed me a box of food and something called a "Crew Leader's Copy." It was a schedule of everything. ”“We have, like, a hundred and seventy five days of school right? That means its seventeen days or so, right? So we should be fine, right?” I asked.“That sounds correct. Unless you plan on missing a bunch more days, you should be fine.”“Great,” I said getting up and opening the door to her office. “Thanks for your time, Mrs. Polaski.”“That’s what we are here for, Mr. Grey.”I stopped half way out the door.“Are you ok, Mrs. Polaski? You seem pretty upset about something.”“Just school.