I always knewthat I masturbated a lot, but it hadn't been until I physically couldn'ttouch my cock that I realised how frequently I thought about it.W...ich had brought my thoughts neatly onto the homework Miss Stevens hadlaid out for me. Thinking about what my cock meant to me. Thinking aboutwhat a cock symbolised. I'd be lying if I said I'd put much thought intoit before, but my first thought was that it was a symbol of power; ofmasculinity. Having a bigger cock made you more of a man, and. .. are gone. Gone because their love is gone. Gone because their hope is gone. Gone because ... he wants me now ... and not you."MOLLY "I can't believe you're talking to your mother like this? I've got half a mind to put you over my knee right now and slap some sense into you."ROBERT "Don't even think about it, Molly! I will not stand by, and let you abuse your own daughter."MOLLY "I'll talk to this stupid strumpet anyway I want. I'm her mother, and she's not eighteen years old yet. You are. " He said still blocking the doorway. I felt a little easier. "Yes your a right cutie in that girls' school uniform." He added, closing the bedroom door. He couldn't take his eyes off me. "Thank you you pretty little thing." He said moving to sit on the double bed, only then removing his hands for his trouser pockets. I walked across to him to leave the room, my skirt bouncing off my bottom. I waited outside my sisters' until I heard a lot of ummm & arrhs coming from his room. There was a knock. . they're practicing really hard."My Dad snorted, "After last year's blow out, I hope they've been."I glanced up to see Mom still peering at me, but I directed my attentionto Dad and asked, "Do you have any video of the game?" He'd often takefootage of my games when I played, but given the circumstances...He shrugged his shoulders, confirming my suspicions and offered, "I mean,maybe a little bit? You have the video of the routine you and the girlsput together at least." I couldn't help but.