She was the only girl in the senior class that didn't get asked to the prom.There was one more unpleasant outcome from the mess. I tried out for footb...ll at Eastern Michigan as a walk on, but the coach didn't even give me a look. He told me he knew all about what I'd done and that no one with an attitude like that was ever going to play for him.In a way it was probably a good thing since without football to get in the way I was able to knuckle down and graduate with a 3.91 GPA and that made me. Dad looked about the same as he always did, except his hair was shorter and had a little more gray in it. Travis shut the door and my dad took off his coat.Dad held out his arms and I accepted an embrace and a kiss on the cheek.He studied me for a moment and said, "Hello, Jeanie."I blushed and answered, "Hi, Daddy."Travis asked, "Where's the rest of the family?"Dad shrugged apologetically. "Your mom is sick. Ryan stayed home to help her."Travis gave Dad a doubtful look, but he didn't say. If I was wet earlier, he had me leaking now.I had been so enjoying what was happening to my breasts I did not realize I had been enjoying his heavy love meat rubbing on my pussy, at times coming to rest between the lips. He had moved his arms from under my legs, his palms now resting on the bed supporting his broad upper body and his forearms had spread my legs even wider. I had been tossing my head from side to side, my eyes tightly shut, my teeth and fists clenching, unclenching, moaning,. I’m thinking about working with some Japanese friends to publish a series of translations.” “Did they whip each other?” I asked, pulling another knot tight. “Of course they did! They loved whipping! They did it all the time. Of course the equipment was less sophisticated. What they really enjoyed was whipping each other with birch twigs.” “Really? Was that nice, do you think?” “They used to cut long flexible twigs from birch trees, bind them in bundles and whip till they broke and fell.