This ride home was quiet and awkward. Quiet because Brad was embarrassedand pissed off that there was really nothing he could do. Awkward becauseI had...to keep my head turned out the passenger window because I wastrying not to let him see me suppressing a very serious giggle.My name is Angie and I am a very detail oriented person. I knew before wewent to the doctor what he was going to tell us. I knew because I hadresearched the prescription Brad had been taking and knew from a coupleof months. "The boys on the bus were picking on me, Daddy," I whined."Why? What were they doing, baby?" They were trying to look down my shirt and trying to grab my titties. One of them even pulled up my skirt! He started to put his hand in my panties!" Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I know boys can be so mean sometimes," he said and once again his eyes seemed to study my body. Then he added, "But you can also look at it this way - it means they like what they see - - Just like I do."I guess I'd not thought of it. " Sure, I'll come over." By the way, did you hear what Mrs. Dumphrey said about us?"Mrs. Dumphrey was our guidance counsellor, who had done nothing butdiscourage me for four years. "No, what?" I asked."She told one of the girls that we're the worst students she ever workedwith, and she'd be shocked if any of the girls would want to be seen withus at the prom." Shocked, huh?" I was steaming. Mrs. Dumprey was probably the biggestreason why my future looked so dim. And now she was kicking me. Now I was just in my inner with a semi-boner inside. I could see the thirst for some action in her eyes. She was constantly watching my crotch. I went near her, hugged her and kissed her once again passionately. I asked her to take off her nighty. She obliged.Now, mom was just in her bra and petticoat. My dick was getting harder, pushing on my inners to come outside. I touched her boobs. It was soft big and plumpy. I kissed her neck with my one hand, gently pressing her boob over her bra. My.