After sitting in the car, I could sense Dad had a little bit of drink that’s why he insisted me to drive the car. Drive from party venue and home wa... of 40 minutes.By the time we reached home, the clock had turned 12. I acted that I am very tired and went to my room. My plan was to just lie on the bed and use social media and talk to my girlfriend on whatsapp. Mom dad even went to their room and starting changing their dress. Mom changed into her transparent maxi, she wears it occasionally. With his clothes on, he leaned down and lifted me up to unfasten my hands and retrieve his belt. As stood and watched him put his belt back on, I could also feel his sticky cum begin to slowly creep down my body; it felt so slutty. Still, once his belt was on, he said nothing as he walked past me and towards the door. It wasn't until he reached the door and was pulling it open that he turned and spoke."I'll text you later slut."He then walked out of my house, leaving the door wide open and me. "Maybe I should just move on over there until all this family business is out of the way and then we can—" No!" said both sisters at once. A crone with hair like a rat peered at Charles through the messy curtain of her locks. “What’s this morsel?” she said, picking her teeth with the end of one graying nail. Both sisters tightened their grips on him. “This is Charles,” they said at once. Charles himself squeaked. The old woman (Aunt Keziah, the sisters would later call her) snorted and rolled. EDIT IT only, to Look Like Letter to the Author Type-Set IN ITALICS.I DO The Same In Next Verses. Edited Again As A Second Letter To The 'Talent Too Tough To Improve.' "BEST BY NUMBERS of STORIES & in READERSHIP & of COMMENTS of 'Tongues': LANGUAGESBest in Numbers: My Two Profiles Rank TOP Often: Podium in Dutch Stories #2 & 3: Twice 100+.Best in READS, Especially English. Average 15+K Petdyke top-10 @ 432 Poet-PETER #34 @ 234.Best Estimated Minimum ONE MILLION of Reads. In Ten Years! 100s.