“Hi sleepy head,” Fred said, sounding and acting completely normal.“Hi dad,” Angela replied, beginning to wonder it the part about her father ...aving sex with her was just a bad dream.“Did you have a good time last night? I was going to wait on you to get home, but I fell asleep,” her father asked.“It was great,” his daughter said, trying to hold back her emotions.It may have been a dream about her father, but she knew that Brian and Scott had raped her. The tenderness in her pussy, when she had. His dad happened to be downstairs in his tool room when he used the restroom and saw it. He had quickly realized his son was having sex, but didn’t know with whom, but he found out a few days later. Apparently, following his discovery of the empty wrapper, he kept his eye on Eric’s movements and whereabouts. It was on Christmas Eve that he noticed how touchy feely his offspring were getting with each other, and deducted that since Eric didn’t have a girlfriend, he was either masturbating. She had never been in trouble before. There was that time in her previous school when she had been told off for passing a note to a boy but the humiliation of being sent from the classroom and being forced to stand alone in the corridor like a prisoner waiting for a mugshot was painful beyond belief.To the left and the right, the empty corridor seemed to go on for miles. She could just about hear classes underway in the adjacent rooms and, in the distance, could see the school secretary. I pull my skirt up, my hand touches my crotch, my pantyhose feel damp to my touch, my panties have slipped inside my wet pussy. I rub my finger along the line of my labia, they feel open and welcoming to my touch. She unclips her bra, her nipples are dark and hard, if only I could close my lips over them, taste her skin, feel her arousal between my teeth, as I nibble and suck her nipples. Her breasts would feel soft in my hand.I pull my pantyhose down, tearing them with my long finger nails, I.