“No! It can’t be true! How can they be dead?” Sam grabbed me and shook me. “Chris, calm down.” “Calm down!” I cried. “My parents are d...ad and I’m supposed to be calm?” I shoved him away and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. I grabbed my baseball and hurled it across the room. It shattered the mirror that was on my wall. Great, I thought. That’s all I need, more bad luck. My parents had gone out to dinner earlier that night. They couldn’t be dead. They were just late. They just had. I can still see the penny-loafers she wore along with the white ankle socks. Mom refused to wear the new panty hose and rarely stockings.In reflection I thought of Dad as being really 'cool'. He didn't seem to mind my wearing jeans and a skin tight T-shirt as long as my pants didn't show the crack of my ass. Even my hair style never seemed to cause him problems. I'm sure if I'd had a sister he would have dressed her more like a Nun but I was given a lot of freedom.We lived in one of the small. " She was twisting and wiggling, starting to go out of control.Again, he seemed to sense her surging desire, the growing, building need, and rose to grin evilly as his cock slid up and down her sopping wet slit. Her eyes widened with anticipation of finally feeling him inside her, and she felt her mother's lips at her ear. At the same moment, the mouth sucked and tongue licked, stimulating her just as that lovely cock began sinking into her foaming box. "Aaaaaagh." squealed the young blonde. Then she unbuttoned my blouse and easedit off. My bra followed a moment later. Then she unbuttoned my skirt andpulled it up over my head. She stepped back and took a long look at mynaked body. "Very nice!"It was a little embarrassing to be naked and impaled on a vibrator whilemy boss watched but I was too aroused to care. I blushed when she cupped mytits and ran her thumbs over my rock-hard nipples. She tweaked them and Iwhimpered with pleasure. It was late September but the office was.