“It’s all a big mess, y’all,” she said softly. “He just kept on shitting on people, right up to the very end.” She let out a heavy sigh. �...��I don’t know what made us so different. I mean, same parents. But...”“Somebody told us ‘people are messy’, Abby,” Deena said softly. “None of this is your fault. You and I, we made the mistake of being female to a guy who wasn’t going to process that in human terms.”She nodded. “I just wanted him to CHANGE. Some remorse, an apology, that would’ve been nice,. You hand them up to me and I’ll slide them into the attic’. With that she climbed up the ladder so her head was just above the level of the hatch. I picked up the first box, stood on the bottom rungs and handed it to Betty. As she pushed it into the attic her skirt flared and I got a view of her stocking tops. You’ve got to understand I was a constantly horny 20 yo and my cock twitched involuntarily. I said to myself, Bill behave yourself Betty is 70 albeit a spritely 70. This repeated until. Her young, hard breasts sprang free and her fingers turned anxious at her cutoff tops. She watched her daddy climb from his pants, gone a little bit awkward in quick embarrassment that she also felt. She told herself not to be icky, just because it was daytime and they were alone in a motel room. The only time she had been in a motel before, she had to share a room with Glynn, while their parents slept next door. And did other things, she amended; like fucking. Her jeans slid down her legs and. I redoubled my efforts and pretty much ignored her for the rest of class. That was too close for comfort. Well that’s another day. I was working on getting today’s test graded in my room. “Mr. D.?” I heard a familiar voice say. “Yes, Michelle. What can I do for you?” I said attempting to suppress the image of her white pantied crotch and tan creamy thighs. She closed my door, and came and sat in her desk. This made me slightly nervous. Not only was I alone with a female student in a closed.