" 'Teen Moses' quizzes meabout the guy directly: "The one they call Goldilocks, what kind of aname for a straight up guy is that?" "His real name is G...rdy Locke." I tell 'Teen Moses': "So the otherguys call him Goldilocks." Goldilocks shouldn't be hanging out with those older criminals."The Fag-Hag comments icily."Donny's been TOO BUSY to play with the criminal crowd." 'TeenMoses' makes this private chuckle, mostly to the Fag-Hag. "At least'till be heard about the Virgins - and the keg party!". She met Wendy, another of her English group, and the two took to the floor. It was after the third dance, all of them fast, that a slow song came on, and someone tapped Cassie on the shoulder, and asked to cut in. With a start, she recognised the voice. It was Zak. He took her in his arms and was pulling her closer, but she pushed him away.They danced to the slow song at arm's length."I miss you," mumbled Zak plaintively. "Any chance?..." Sorry Zak," she said. "You blew it. She wasn't the only. Young as I was, I had some intelligence, and I had the extra insight that came from finally seeing Mom in a sexual situation without her wearing that mask. In all the videos I had seen, and Gramps assured me that there were plenty that I hadn't yet seen, she had been a great actress, giving award-winning performances as she attacked cock and cunt with such a passion that it made oodles of cum come flying out of those teeny little pee holes in the cocks of the (mostly but not all) male. “You should dry off better. Go out and help your father unload the car. I don’t want him doing it all by himself.”I went outside. “Where the hell have you been?” Dad barked. He was irritated about something.“Upstairs, lying down,” I answered. “We didn’t expect you until tomorrow.” I tried to justify not being immediately available.“We both managed to get off early so we stopped and bought groceries then made the drive up here. Traffic was murder before we made it out of town. Help me bring this.