Get her out a bit more. It’ll be good for her.’ I did get the idea that it could be good for him as well. We discussed what evenings would be best... Tom had gone back to his workshop by then, and it did strike me oddly that Becky didn’t want to go to the classes nearest to her. They were only three miles away and I thought would be convenient, but Becky insisted that the evenings they held the classes would not be right for her, so we arranged to go to the school about fifteen miles away. It was. What a pleasure these movies would give me? They became my addiction.One evening Dad rang me up to tell that he would be late and that I should not wait for him at dinner. So I had my food, watched TV and slept. During night, some familiar sounds, coming from Dad's room, woke me up. Hearing them, I thought Dad must have been watching porn himself. But, lucky as I was, I could watch a little from the small slot of curtain of the adjoining window that Dad was fucking a white girl, perhaps an. He finally clamped down on my body with his front legs and held on with surprising force, pressing his large knot against my opening. The painful rutting stopped. He rested his weight on my back and lay there quivering.I tried to move my head away. His snout was right over my face and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth. His drool was dripping down onto my face and it was disgusting. But when I tried to move he growled threateningly. I was afraid he was going to snap at me. He bared his. Megan asked me a few questions about school and wewere soon talking with ease like old friends. Megan has the gift of smalltalk and kept the conversation rolling. I even managed to say a few thingsthat were witty. She laughed, so I guess they were witty. I told her allabout RPGs and the fantasy novel series I was reading. She listenedattentively.As my monologue on dwarfs and orcs trailed off, Megan sent the discussionin a whole new direction. "So, are you going to keep wearing pantyhosewhen.