Well, if you’ll excuse me, I was on my laptop chatting with my friends.” “Would you mind if I smoke?” He asked. “Do whatever.” I said. He ...ulled out a pack of Marlboros from his jacket pocket. He quickly lit his cigarette while I got back online. If I had my way, I would have asked him to leave, but I know that would have had some serious “consequences”. “Kaitlyn, it’s rude to ignore a guest in your house. I know your parents taught you better,” he said as he calmly smoked his cigarette. I let. We began taking shots (after several cocktails throughout the night) and one of the guys lit up a party sized joint. Needless to say we're all feeling good at this point... Its now 3:30am and my two girlfriends leave for the night because ones started to pass out in a chair much to everyones amusement. Im still pretty fucked up and not about to attempt to drive my brand new Honda Accord 20 miles home. The one guy, we'll call him, "B," continues his game on me while his buddy, who we'll call,. They were very perky and my nipples were getting hard. He threw mybra on to the floor and pushed me gently so I would lay back. Once I did hestarted sucking my nipples. He started with one, his hands kneading mybreasts as he licked and kissed, then moved to the other. A moan escaped mylips and he started working even harder. I was really turned on, my pussymust be so wet by now.When he started blowing on my nipples it was too much and I moaned again,only louder, I had had my first female. And as you continue repeating those truths you can also and will also become aware. Aware that there's something more. You see it's not you that's creating these feelings. They're coming from outside. They're coming from your father...," I continued in that soothing voice before taking on a tone of total authority, "Every time you show off your breasts to your father you feel so relaxed, so calm, so free... so good. It is him looking at you, him admiring your breasts that causes these feelings..