The sounds were unmistakeably female, and very sexual in nature, as if she was fucking or masturbating, dad was looking at me as he turned up the volu...e, and I stopped writing, and looked up, he had a huge grin on his face.'Dad, what the fuck', went through my mind, but at f******n, little girls don't swear like that in front of their fathers, but yes, I do swear along with many other things, only in secret, and well away from my single parent.'What are you looking at Dad'? My reaction was no. It appeared that they had decided I was the one giving them the dares but it was also apparent that Kirsty was flirting and Natasha wasn't.I don't know how you'd describe what Natasha was doing. Eye contact was being made but whereas Kirsty would blush and drop her fluttering eyes after a moment Natasha was, challenging I suppose was the best description. I'd frowned back at her a couple of times and she giggled before dragging Kirsty away each time.It had gone on all day and I was getting. They start perfectly at her white anklets and then rise and rise and just artfullyassemble themselves into a perfectfucking ass. She has the kind of ass that’s bulbous without being a bulb. It’s a half-an-apple ass, a narrow-but-squeezable, humpty-buttock, soft and girly ass. She crosses her ankles and bends her knees so her feet drop almost down to the scallop, the cut-off in the faded frazzle-legged denim that rides up higher than her panty lines….“Gloria,” I say. She’s lost in her. My mum moved to the corner of the room and took a seat taking out her phone ready to take pictures. Ben was the first one to make a move her moved behind my and unfastened the back of my very flouncy dress. “Lets get a look at what’s this slut has shall we” he’d said to the others cheering in unison. My dress fell to the floor leaving me standing there in my brilliant white underwear my Basque which had very delicate lace detail flowing over it pushing my tits up and almost bursting over the.