It was clear that WIll and Mom were fucking. That means that she's not fucking my dad who was away on a business trip. I started thinking about my dad... how I loved him, how masculine he is, how handsome, what might happen when he got home.As I thought about my dad, I realized that my hand was down inside my jeans and that I had a finger inside. That's when I knew.Mom had WIll, I wanted my father.I lay there stunned but I didn't stop fingering myself. In fact, I loosened my jeans, put another. Free entrance, free cover... and surely lots of free drinks from guys that will be dying to fuck this tight little body," he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my short black skirt as I wriggled against him playfully. "Just checking to see if you're wearing panties." I am, as you can plainly see." I said sticking my tongue out at him in our reflection in the mirror as my skirt slid up over my little red sheer panties."I'll have to check and make sure you're still wearing them at the. They had the jock stand with his legs spread while they put a hefty rubber band around his nut sack, that was to stop the bleeding if the boy didn’t do well in the contest, he told them he wouldn‘t be needing it but they put it on anyway. The girls had what looked like a thin wire fishing leader with a small loop on each end. They took one end and passed it through one of the loops to make a slip joint. The other end was tied to a nylon cord with a big knot so that the wire couldn’t loosen and. Hear voice was eager, “We HAVE to go in. Something is going to happen there and I KNOW it’s gonna be good.”“Yeah,” John retorted, “They’ll probably be reading about the four young people who were murdered here.” Everybody but Penny laughed.The recurring dream had been one in which she was a little girl of ten years old. She was in a car. They were going to see friends in a town just across the river from a city in West Virginia. They had driven in the car from Frankfurt, Kentucky to the place.