"Morning, dad," Megan said sleepily, streching out her arm. "Wow. No wonder they don't want teenagers to learn about sex. I could do that all day, eve...y day. In fact, I think I will -- as soon as you get off my chest." What do mean?" Doug asked, as he noticed something strange running down his leg."It feels like you've got your whole leg resting on my chest," she said. "Move, already." I'm not touching you, Megan," he said, reaching down with his hand. "I'm on the other side of the bed."Megan. Every once in a while, the silence that has prevailed since the last finals period commenced is broken by the loud metallic SLAM of a locker being violently opened. This is followed by the soft thudding sounds of notebooks being carelessly dumped on the carpeted floor. Papers fly all over the place like an out-of-place snowstorm, becoming, for a few hours, a weird carpet upon a carpet. Then the silence returns, only to be broken again by the slam-thudding sounds or an infrequent “Hey-hey-hey. In the dim parking lot lights I wiggled the battery terminal, trying to get a better contact. As I started to close the hood I saw two men standing behind me. “Got some trouble, lady?” one asked. “The battery, but I think it’s alright now” I answered in my best girlie voice. I was betting on a better chance as Samantha, a woman, than as Samantha, a tranny. They walked up and stood on either side of me now. “Why don’t we jump ya?” the tall blonde on my right said and gave his friend a quick. Linda was looking intently into Barrys eyes as she addressed Brian, I have been fucking you every night because since Barry has been fucking my ass every day I just canlt get enough cock. He made me feel like a woman first, a desirable woman. He told me he wanted to fuck my ass just like you kept on asking. On monday we met and all he did was tell me about how hot I looked. He begged me to let him kiss my ass. I said he could but then he could only really kiss me if my ass was naked. He kissed.