“No, I don’t think so” said Lauren, conscious of her racing heart.“Any feelings of cramps in your tummy, burning sensations when you go to the... toilet?” He pulled the stethoscope from his ears and proceeded to feel her breasts, circling around the little mounds. He brushed the slightly erect nipples with his fingers and felt around her armpits.“No” said Lauren, watching his fingers wandering over her.“What about here. Any pain from your nipples, or strange feelings from your breasts?” His. I stole out of my bed, not thinking about the fact that my little dong was hanging out of my pajama bottoms, and went to the door of my parents' bedroom, which was open just a crack. I peeked in and saw, in the light of a bedside lamp, my father, lying on top of my mother, and pushing in and out of between her outspread legs. I could see my father's testicles banging against my mother's ass cheeks as he apparently was slamming his penis into her pussy place. I had learned about the anatomy of a. I felt like a little goddess,and after another cup I felt even better.A lot of people from bands were there, but I didn't see Sorrel orFrieda. But it was a pretty big party (if a little too laid back for mytaste), and a huge house. We stood under vast oak trees, and if I lookedup, I could make out the stars through the branches. And a blinking redlight from a distant radio tower."So, do you come 'ere ofteen?" I said to Gina, with this thick, Frenchaccent. I raised an eyebrow at her like some. "What proof?" she demanded and I told her I had seen her hide her stained clothes,"And you won't have time to get rid of them before I bring mom and dad back down."She looked worried, but still said no until I got up and headed for the door. "Wait" she said, "No one ever finds out, right?"I had some other minor successes as a teen, but the crowning achievement of my teen years was when I sold my date to the senior prom to the highest bidder, not once, but six times. Sarah was a round-heeled.