Then it hit me. Our intruder was my sister’s friend James, more correctly my sister’s gay friend James.“Oh shit, stop, don’t hit me dude!” ...e cried trying to duck away.I stepped forward again with my club still head high.“Don’t do it dude, it was Karen, it was your sister” he plead. “Bullshit!” I replied trying to find an excuse not to beat him senseless.“No really, it was all her idea!” he cried.“What robbing us? Threatening us with a gun?” I demanded.“Yes, no, I mean…” he stammered.“You. "That's it, I'm not going over. I'll say I'm sick or something."Mom got up and angrily breezed by me, rinsing her cup in the sink. "You are going over there! I'll ram my foot up your ass if you don't go. You aren't working. You aren't socializing. Every day you're submerging yourself deeper into depression. I refuse to watch it passively anymore." Mom, I am not—" No, this is what you're doing. You're going over to Shari's. You're going to allow yourself to have a good time. And tomorrow?. As it turned out the night I had been dreading for weeks was now ending too soon thanks to her, I had enjoyed myself and I know she had impressed my co-workers. After dinner, they had a ballroom set up with a live band for dancing and cocktails for all. I hadn't planned to attend that part of the evening but Melinda said it sounded like fun so off we went to the ballroom. You can add dancing to the list of things I'm socially inept at but with Melinda in my arms, I felt like I was gliding on. ” Tegan said dismissively.“Lemme take it off.”“No.” Tegan pushed down with her hips, trying to silence his complaints with action. No way was she going to let him talk her into going raw.“I’ll pull out.” He insisted, probably untruthfully.“I said no.” Tegan protested in a harsh whisper.“I’ll just jerk off, let me just cum on your tits.”Tegan hesitated. This was taking awhile, maybe he’d be quicker this way.“Fine.” She rose up off his lap and knelt on the bathroom floor, holding her top out of.