He sat on the back of the truck with his legs dangling off the edge, and – still with that horrible smile on his face – he pulled open her blouse,...ripped off her bra, and started squeezing and pulling on her tits. She put up a feeble resistance, and he slapped her hard across the face, and said “knock it off!” Then, as he continued playing with her big boobs with his left hand, he unzipped his fly with right hand and pulled out his cock. Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her forward,. I felt her stand up and hug me. She was shaking too. As we left she said Friday night dad would be gone to the races till late and we can come back here and continue. I was a little dizzy from our first ’date’. I said: “You sure are a hot date ‘girlfriend‘, see ya Friday night.” She took my hand and rubbed it on her pussy…..She kissed me with her tongue. I thought only girls my age did that. We went home as my cock slowly went down.Mom and I went back home and acted like nothing had ever taken. “Please let them in,” said Dr Maltby.The FBI agent nodded, and gestured for the visitors to enter. Dr Maltby’s words must have been taken to heart by the agents.First in was Terri, then my dad. I was pleased to see them but I was confused. I’d worked out that the other person in my White Place was Jo and I could feel she was really close, but where was she? Then there she was, shyly poking her head round the door, and sporting a cute little lopsided smile that made me want to kiss her.There was. Less than a handful know my story. All of these years, it has been my dark secret. However, it's time for me to share my story.I am telling it now for several reasons. The number one reason is for me. Maybe, by telling it, I can, finally, put everything behind me and move forward. Maybe, Scott will read my story and realize just what he did to me. Lastly, maybe my telling it will mean someone else will not have to experience what I did.I grew up in a rather small southern city and attended a.