I heard his car start and the tires screeching as he drove off.I went into the bathroom to cleanup the river of cum that was flowing down my legs and ...contemplated what had happened to me. Yes, I had enjoyed it, but that wasn't the point. He didn't give a shit if I did or not, he was going to have his way with me and he did. My sex was mine to give or withhold as I saw fit, and not something to be traded for a dinner. I began to formulate a plan for revenge as I wiped my very tender pussy.The. She got along well with her parents only occasionally disappointing them with her grades every now and then, but for the most part their relationship was loving and easy going.Her and her sister, Riley, however, had always gotten along very well. She was a few years younger than her and starting her first year in college soon. Over their childhood they had grown to rely on one another as a source of emotional support, and the two cherished their loving bond. She had always tried her best to. It’s not sex, but it’s so sensual, and there’s the edge of trying to touch her without waking her. Slowly, gradually, up her leg, my palm on top and my fingers on the smooth inside of her thigh. Oh, I love touching her there. Alll... most at the juncture of her thighs. I can feel the soft wispiness of her pubic hair. Unlike most women I’ve been with, hers is finer than the hair on her head. It feels almost like an illusion, like it’s not real. Slip my hand a little higher, brushing past her. I would love a bite to eat. But, continue..."Two of the parents squeezed over to make room for Kat while Venera recapped what she had said and then continued for forty-five minutes. In spite of that, she had barely skimmed the document, avoiding all the relevant citations, references and weighty studies that accompanied her research. Afterwards, came a lengthy period of questions, both precise and pertinent; it was obvious that these parents were not the type to accept predigested.