“Whatcha doin' mister?” Damn near jumped out of my skin. I turned around to see a teenage girlabout eighteen or nineteen wearing a bikini top and ...a pair of whiteshorts with a towel d****d over one shoulder. She had an incredible body– a slim, athletic build, but not skinny, with lovely firm titties –about a “B” cup I thought to myself. “Just doing some fishing. And you?” I asked. “I was gonna go for a swim here, but I guess I can go down the river abit.” This was far too good an opportunity to. He stayed away from people and was a straight A student. He didn't date and seemed to never ask for dates, that was the strange part, I knew any guy like him could get almost any girl in the school. He doesn't turn any girl down if they ask, but he won't ask them and he vanishes at strange times.His mother and father are Diana and Clark Grey and they look like the comic book characters Wonder Woman and Superman.Day 5:Today was almost my last chance for changing Alex and I was getting worried. “Do you want to see them?” she asked; again I nodded. “Then we’d better go upstairs” she said.She seated me on the bed, smiled at me and undid her blouse revealing a white lace bra with a loud “Ta Da!!!”.“If you want to see more, you’ll have to come here and take the bra off” she teased. I got up and walked over and reached around her back for the fastening. Hey, folks, one thing any 16 year old can’t master is to unfasten a bra and retain any element of cool particularly when your hands are. I remember saying i dont want to play this game anymore.. shush its ok. then he started pushing into me. i tried to scream. but his hand was over my mouth shuit up you little bitch! i tried to fight and to struggle but all it seemed to do was help him . when that didnt help me i tried to bite. scratch and claw, none of it worked. he ended up cutting off my air supply and i must have past out after that.. then next thing i heard was mom calling or me ans sialar cussing. he helped clean me up.