I'm seventeen. I am a fraud and my life is a lie. Hell, it's not even mine; I'm living somebody else's life (whoever they are I hope to God they're ...happier than me).I hate college (school, sixth form, whatever you want to call it - it all just means bullying and humiliation to me; have anxiety, will travel). It crushes me. At least at home I can be some vague shadow of the person I believe myself to be, but I cannot be me at college. All I want to do is go there, stand in the middle of the. It put me in mind of something long ago.I recalled the time my mother had left the house early one morning to take Alex to the dentist. Dad had come into my bedroom ... just after I’d taken a shower ... I was still naked and had to bend over my bed ... I’d gasped as his tongue had found my pussy from behind; and then felt his tongue slide over my ass-hole! He’d never done anything like that before.I knew it was wrong but his darting tongue had made me cry out with pleasure.He slid his finger. Trent, she remembered. She was supposed to meet Trent, her old teammate and coworker at the rink, tonight. Oh why did she promise that? She had just two hours to settle into her hotel room and then meet him at her favorite hot dog place in River North. Fuck. The city was just as she remembered it. The ambiance was exactly the same, even if they have developed all her old stomping grounds into unrecognizable shells of their former selves. Lauren looked at her watch as she transferred from the. “Then he really grosses her out: as soon as his jizz has splattered her puky face, he just starts peeing all over her, and Marion’s screaming now and dry heaving and trying to get out of his way. But she can’t.” Gino started laughing again.Ruth was laughing too, and said, “Marion needs to get this pig off her face, so she just ups and bites one of his balls.” Gino starts howling with laughter, putting down the cables and bent over with laughter. Ruth stops and looks at him, laughing a little.
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