Mom was hilarious. "Sorry? Sorry Aidan? As if it was an accident? How did that work? Did you just happen to fall into her bed, oops sorry? Was that wh...t happened? Oh look, I'm naked, oops, sorry?" Mom's smile softened the delivery and Aidan's grin made Weather's heart patter.He pointed at Weather. "Ask her. It was all her fault." Really? How's that?" Alexis asked, resting her chin on her hand, elbow on the table, leaning forward towards Aidan.Weather, still grinning at his discomfort, watched. I looked around. We were making out on the dance floor. Was everybody blind? Harry kissed my neck and spun me around again, pulling me towards him quickly. He leaned in to kiss me passionately, his eyes burning with need. He did not smirk this time. He suddenly stopped dancing and pulled me away from the dance floor towards the bathroom. Sex in a bathroom! He led me into the end cubicle. After closing the door, he immediately started kissing me furiously. His kisses left a wet trail. He pinned. He then use a pen light to look inside all around and has the other doctors do the same, he takes retracker out and use's three fingers to spread me open said we wont have to use lubricant i was dripping wet from the stimulation and have four young male doctors looking at my ass and pussy wide open for display. He then puts his 4th finger in and pushing them in further and further while moving them all around wall he hits cervix and grabs it feeling it and pushes a finger in cervix he starts to. Fack. My whole life has been a facking crisis: c***dhood anxiety giving way to teenage angst. I pick up a copy of The Daily Sport which a passenger has given me from the day before. I read the ‘massage’ ads. One stands out: Blonde 21 year old with tanned 36-24-36 figure, Bournemouth. I ring the number. She’s working today. I know it’s illicit… and that’s what makes it exciting. What if I get caught? I ask myself… think of the shame. You won’t get caught… it’ll be fun! I’m in a dilemma. I toss a.