I heard him moving around downstairs, followed by the heavy sounds of his footsteps on the stairs. I thought he was going to go to the room that he us...d to share with Mom like he usually did, but that night he decided to come to my room instead.Dad pushed my door open abruptly. "Hey, pussy are you awake?"I pretended to be asleep, but Dad staggered over to my bed."Hey faggot, wake up!" he had pulled my bedspread back, revealing my underwear-clad body."What is it, Dad?" I asked, pretending to be. Lucy had been too.I had never really enjoyed my time at school and had moved onto college, then university, without ever wasting much time thinking about my five years at secondary school. It had not been a particularly happy experience for me and, unlike others, I had never returned to see my old teachers or to tell them what I was up to with my life. However, I had developed an interest in corporal punishment from looking at magazines and videos in those days and, with the birth of the. Her pungent odor clung stubbornly to my face. I could smell her just as strong as I had when she was on top of me. For some irrational reason, I imagined her smelling somehow different ... As if her goddess-like appearance, would somehow make the smell unique and less revolting. It smelt the same as any pussy I'd ever smelt, that unsavory fishy pussy stink. And the smell of her ass was just as common and unsavory. It smelt like ass.Despite her warnings, and coming here on my own free will, I. She was in there, laughing and joking with the other two, and evidently having an excellent time.Oh, the conversation occasionally swerved off into the kind of girl-talk that might make a male (canine or human) get bored. Whenever that happened, I'd wander around the house -- almost out of earshot -- until their tone and their laughter suggested that they'd returned to Topic A -- some variation of their earlier discussion of men. There was plenty of ridiculing of various men, but I gathered.