"Mom, can I have some friends over for a sleepover tomorrow night?" Dee asked with a wicked grin."Now wait a minute!" I protested."A deal is a deal," ...Sis reminded me. "Can I, Mom?" Oh dear!" Mom hated to get in the middle of these deals of ours, and she was in this one up to her - uh - naked tits, at the very least. "Do you think that's a good idea?"Dee put on her most innocent look. "It's just part of the program," she argued, "don't you think? You said yourself it'll be in middle school next. .. wait! On top of ... whom?The desire to feel a heavy virile body on top of me runs through me like wildfire. I'm not even trying to block the possibility of the said body to be my father's."Dad?" I start hesitantly, unsure how to phrase my curiosity. "What do boys feel when they want to have sex?" I whisper.I know what I feel. Hope he's not going to ask me that. I just wanna know if I was mean with Mark to get him all worked up and not have sex with him. It just didn't feel right. He didn't. He had been in a fight with his boss. His boss had insisted that there were three lanes on the central square. Her father had insisted that there was a fourth lane, but the lane markers had been washed off years ago. He worked in the city’s department of transportation. His department managed whatever infrastructure had survived after the last dirt compacting machine had bitten the dust. Ever since the triumph of Islam over the world, everything had started deteriorating. Now, they only. This gorgeous blond moves in and is now standing right in front of me. My mind now races. “oh, excuse me, sorry to be bumping into you like this but I have nowhere else to stand”. She says this in such a lady like fashion. With an endearing British accent. No problem I reply back in my most thoughtful, polite voice. I'm surprised I could even utter a word. She had dirty blond hair, dressed conservatively. Her blouse had trouble restraining her large breasts. A button seemed to have.