Then I patiently waited for over an hour until the Ford pick-up pulled into the parking lot. She had on jeans and a blue Oxford shirt. I waited until ...hey got close to the store entrance and then I followed them in. There was nothing to indicate that she was being abused or mistreated, other than the harsh way that she was being spoken to. I guess that was what they usually call verbal abuse. I held back and watched, fascinated by the way she carried herself despite being subject to his. I then made the first conscious feminine gesture as I pulled my legs ('my' - God, how strange it seemed to call these nylon clad legs 'MY') together, and tugged at the minuscule piece of fabric that passed for a skirt, pulling it down over my thighs in an attempt to preserve my modesty."Here, let me help you" a platform assistant said as he pulled me up and sat me on a bench. I tried to pull myself together as he continued, "what happened to you - how do you feel now" he said. It was then that. ‘Your own little world, is it nice?…Sorry, I was being…well I thought I was being cute but obviously I was being weird.’ Paul explained. Lori smiled. ‘No you were being funny…I’m just kind of lost here.’ She told him, anxious for some reason that he would know she didn’t think he was weird. ‘You haven’t been in anything before?’ Paul queried. ‘Not a thing. I didn’t even go out for drama in high school. But then the schools I went to weren’t big on extracurricular activities other than sports.’. So we waited and planned till the day our parents would leave us alone? Well it happened one day our parents left for the weekend. We knew it was our chance to punish steph for all the teasing she had been doing. We felt our cocks hardening at the thought of violating her nubile body. We waited a couple hours to make sure they were gone before we went quietly to her room. We saw her lying down on the bed her skirt barely covering her ass but leaving her thong covered pussy open for viewing. She.