Last night, I went to Poise's home. Her parents were equally as accepting.I slipped home as late as possible and went straight to bed. The next mornin..., I would be out the door and heading to class before Mom could talk to me.I think she understood that she went too far with me. She didn't seem to be pushing it.“You should have gone to health class yesterday,” Samantha said, coming up beside me. She hadn't brought up us having sex once. It was like she was pretending it hadn't happened. That we. Without a word she took two bags. Sara gave nosign that she knew who I was, and since I had no choice, I smiled ather, even though I had a lump in my throat the size of a small cow, andfollowed Mom into the house, with Sara right behind me. We sat the bagson the table, and while I was hoping Sara would just leave, she stayedthere, smiling at Mom and I."Sara, this is Susan. She'll be here on and off for a while." Hi! It'll be nice to have another girl my age around here once in awhile."I was at. It belonged to Angel, Summer’s big sister, who was actually eighteen. She dated Jonathan, who was sixteen, but no one had bothered too much about the that since the age of consent was sixteen and thus it wasn’t statutory rape in his case, nor did she worry with me. Yes, I had been quite intimate with Angel on more than one occasion. She was a plumper, paler version of Summer, with her hair a bit more on the wavy side than the straight-haired baby sister. It was funny that Deanna and I were. . It didn't feel like the head of a penis. I felt like the head of aperson. My asshole quickly stretched beyond its already stretched-out limitand I felt my eyes bulging out of my head. Now I was free to scream - andscream I did, all the while the enormous intruder kept stretching me more,and more, and more, and then some more. I was trashing in my bonds unableeven to beg them to stop, transfixed on the camera, squealing like a pig tothe great amusement of my audience. The eye of the lens moved.