The way he looked in my eyes told me he was in charge, and I had no need to argue. Pushing my panties to the side, his fingers acquainted themselves ...ith my pussy, his thumb lightly running itself over my clitoris and causing me to shout out. He positioned himself over me once more now, his dick poised perfectly at my entrance. Please, I groaned, Just put it in already. Dont move, he told me, giving me that smirk that only made me more and more wet, Do you want me to put it in? Yes, I. That’s called fucking. It feels really really good! Oooh – that sounds like fun Susie said! Bobby didn’t seem so sure. Will it hurt he asked innocently? I smiled and said no Bobby not you anyway! Susie then looked at me and said what do you mean, Mr. Victor?Well Susie, the very first time a girl gets fucked it might hurt at first. You see there is a thing called a hymen inside of your pussy. Until that hymen gets broken by someone fucking you, you are a virgin. Ooohhh she said. That’s. It had been merely a sound business decision.Now the blond interrupted her thoughts with her story of hate towards Victoria. Not far into it, she remembered the name, Edna Parker. Indeed, she had tormented the meek girl for years, but Victoria had long forgotten about her. But that was way back in elementary and high school. She almost smiled about the devious ways she bullied the girl. E-mails, my-space, pushing her around in the hallways. She wondered if this daughter of hers knew about the. So now, on top of everthing else, she’ll be needing to plan a funeral for him. And since he never had any children, there’s no one else to do it. Their parents are deceased, and she’s the only sibling. Poor Martha burst out crying over that—asking me how she was supposed to bury him after he’d done such awful things to her daughter. She confessed to me that she’d found Linda’s diary. That she broke the lock on it in her frantic need to understand what had happened. She told me that she read.