"The party last weekend?..." Oh, shit."Yes, what about it?" My voice was trembling."Shelly knows Joanne-they went to high school together." Shelly was...Maria's best friend in a dorm-a really nice girl who lived two doors down."Who's Joanne?" The red-headed girl who lives at the house where your party was." Oh." The silence was deafening."So, it's true." Her voice cracked into a sob. My panic was giving way to an immense sadness for the pain that Maria was obviously experiencing."Yes. It is." How. Mat can’t believe it. His little girl is nineteen-years-old now, graduated from high school a valedictorian and on her way to getting a degree in engineering. It seems like only yesterday she came to him asking for lessons on how to masturbate. It’s now been three years since then. Years of slowly consuming her innocence, teaching her how to fuck and be fucked, molding her to be his perfect sex partner. Abby has loved every moment.When she got her acceptance letter for an Ivy League school, it. It was only $25 and had some nice features that, hopefully, would make it look more realistic than the costume store one I had previously purchased. I also bought a wig grip head scarf to better hold the wig in place. In addition, I bought another pair of yoga pants and a matching long sleeve top. Again, whatever I could do to cover-up my body hair was a trade-off I was willing to make in order to try to appear as femme as I could. About a week later, I heard from Paul that all of the items had. Donna could not even muster a word as her bladder was starting to hurt. “Dude I won’t even make it, my bladder is bursting, and the bathroom is clear over on the other side. Now please scram” They both stared at each other for a moment. For Donna, it was a second too long. Her bladder burst and the flood gates opened. She felt the warm piss as it escaped her body, her pants quickly darkened from the moisture. The piss ran down her legs. She blushed from the embarrassment. Jeff stood in.