I couldn’t hear anything either.A few minutes later a hand grabbed me and pushed me down on the bed. The same hand took my wrists and guided them to... a pair of ankles. I slowly moved my hands up the ankles and leg to find the hem of a skirt. The legs were spread apart. I lifted the skirt over my head and inched forward. A subtle musty smell filled my nose. Ah, I’m close. I inched closer. My mouth hit skin. I stuck out my tongue to probe and explore.There it was, a smooth bald pussy, average size. “Yes! My A!”“I haven't cum yet!” he growled. “Fucking slut. You're going to make me cum hard with that ass, aren't you? You're going to work for that A!”“Work so hard!” I moaned, squeezing my bowels down on his dick sliding deeper and deeper into my naughty sheath. It felt so amazing. So super, duper awesome. I groaned, my body shuddering as he bottomed out in me. I loved it.He drew back. I gasped, my bowels clinging to his dick. My anal sheath drank in the friction. All these goody and naughty. ’ The door opened, and a snowy vision—Millie in a white gown, looking like a vision of an angel—came through the door and sat on my bed. Her hand cool on my forehead, she asked, ‘Are you feeling any better, Lane? The doctor said with rest you should be fine, but that I had to watch for fever.’ As she tended me I looked at her, marveling over the miracle that she shared her love with me. ‘Millie, your dad …?’ ‘I know, Lane. Do what you have to do. I love my father, but he hasn’t been himself. "I know I'm not asskinny as some of my friends. But that doesn't mean that I'll look like a'pale whale wrapped in dirty seaweed' at the formal." She used her handsto form finger quotes around the insult.My brain reeled. Are you fucking kidding me?? Sure, my Katie might be alittle bit bigger, a tiny bit softer, than Charlene's sister. But she wasnowhere near what would be considered fat. Or even 'heavy' for thatmatter. Of course, my sister also didn't live with an overbearing siblingwho insisted.