I went straight up stairs and came to Terry’s room first saying hello as I passed, he was a typical 16-year-old sitting in front of his telly on his...x box. Now in my bedroom, I grabbed a handful of clothes in the basket and I felt something damp on my hand. When I pulled the handful out, I was shocked to see it was my knickers that looked wet. Closer investigation revealed a large damp patch around the gusset but when I opened them up a puddle of warm creamy seaman was sitting there in. In a commanding voice he said, "Don't worry slut. I know what you want. You're begging for my cock. If you do exactly what I say I won't hurt you but if you don't..." He left the sentence open and but he knew I was a sissy slut. He pushed me off the path towards a clearing where there was a bench. He still had his arm locked around my neck, tight enough so I couldn't get away.I tried to turn and he gripped me tighter and said, "Don't turn round faggot. If you look at me you will regret. Suddenly her heart almost stopped. Goosebumps raced from the back of her knees to the base of her neck. "Oh, Fuck" she thought. "How could he possibly recognize me?" her mind screamed."You probably have me mistaken for somebody else," she tried to say with as sweet a smile as she could manage. "Deny; deny; deny" was all that raced through her mind. "Dakota, honey, why don't you run home now. I'll be home very soon." She said without taking her eyes off of the monster in front of her.Dakota had. There was even more embarrassed silence as Jan and Pete sat facing each other watching TV; unable to broach the subject because of the presence of the two teenagers. Neither of the parents could actually work out the real reasons for the furtive looks between them as they both assumed that the other were wanting an explanation of the telltale wet patches whilst in reality both were struggling to excuse themselves from having made the wet patch in question.Eventually when they retired to bed;.