He is smiling down at her. She has her late teen breasts. Her father’s legs open and thereby open hers too. She watches his large hand move down b...tween her loins and it rubs her little nubbin though the blonde wisps of hair on her mound. The feeling is sublime.She returns to some higher level of consciousness. Her eyes open to see the clock shows 2:12. She thinks, “This is my parent’s bedroom and it is dark and quiet. I’m taking my mother’s place being fucked by the man of the house – her. We decided to go to the Macy's across town, figuring that we'd pretend to be shopping while testing it out. I figured I was in trouble as soon as we were walking across the parking lot from the car to the store. He was carrying the control in his hand, nonchalantly playing with the buttons. BUZZ, buzz, BUZZ, off. BUZZ, off. Buzz, buzz, buzz, off. It was a very different feeling not to have control of the vibrations, a little intimidating. I knew my body would respond to the direct. The story starts online...on Facebook. A friend from undergrad reached out to me saying that he had an interview for a job in the city and that he wanted a place to crash. Initially I really didn't want to because I am kind of an introvert and I hadn't spoken to Sean since college, almost 10 years ago. We had a lot of classes together back then and we often skipped them to get some pizza at a famous joint on campus. He was very muscular back then. I remember how he used to work out constantly.. You forfeit your dare."It was clear Brad wasn't getting anywhere with her. Seeing that none ofthe girls would take his side, the former boy's heart hurt.Now it was Allison's turn to ask him a question."Truth or Dare?" she asked."Truth." So which would you consider yourself," Allison asked. "A bull-dyke, ora lipstick-lesbian?" Allison," Brad asked, "please don't ask me this in front of everybody." What are you afraid of?" she queried. "That they know you're playingfor the other team?" This is.