What you wear. What you do.”“I’m sixteen. I like to have fun!”“Why are you dressed like that now?”I didn’t have an answer.“Is that f...r my Dad?”No, asshole, it’s for you. In order to communicate this to creepy Bobby, I stretched pushing my breasts out as far as I can, hoping my nipples will come to attention. They do. Bobby stares and is that drool I am seeing, running down his chin. Oh fuck!“I’ve seen guys grope you at parties.”I stare at him eyes flashing. He closes the distance.“I have. Her old man has no idea how to take care of a horny little mess like her." Ken said with a chuckle."Wow, Jenny is a slut I met online too. She has always wanted to cross the color line; well now she has been integrated!" Jim said with a laugh at his own humor."Well I had Becky suck my dick in the elevator and then I got her to blow the bellhop last night. After that she would do anything I told her!" Ken said with a sadistic leer to his voice."Wow, maybe we ought to get the bitches together. Do. Seven years shot to hell ... all because of one ... God, how I hate that fucking bitch, ' he thought while palming the last rock. Drawing a solid bead on the poor mailbox, he let loose with all the fury he could muster. His flash of pride was short lived as it ricocheted off the back of the small metal enclosure into the rear window of his car."Oh fuck," he half shouted as the sickening sound caused him to dash over, only to discover there was no damage. Unlike the pain in his gut, he couldn't. Mike grasped my right wrist then and lifted my head away from his chest.He looked into my eyes and spoke."It's time for worship services."He moved my hand further over until I lay back on the bed. His right handcame up and pulled at the pillow until I lifted my head and he slid it outfrom underneath me. First he shifted me down the bed, then he mounted mychest, pinning my arms inside his knees. With my head flat on the bed, hetowered above me, with my vision limited to his cock, his muscular.