Dad blushed like a tomato, but said nothing in reply, he just hid his gaze in his coffee mug.After dessert, Dad excused himself to me, saying he had t...o go and do something private upstairs tonight. This with Mum adding for me to stay with her and "Leave him to it."Yeah! Sure Dad was "doing things!" Doing what, with the tape and tissues, I wonder? HA!HA!They were right about not mentioning "IT" again; Dad never did, and Mum denied anything I ever asked her about Kabul and the week. Jack was gone heavens knows where, for the whole afternoon, school being done since he graduated a few weeks ago. In the evening they had ordered in, Oriental, because Harry had bought a couple bottles of Saki. Warmed as it should be, by the time to turn in rolled around, it had made her a little tipsy. So perhaps she was a bit more relaxed, and uninhibited, than she might have been otherwise. It gave her a feeling both mellow, and sentimental toward her son, and his adolescent secret. It. Kelly’s mum, Sara is tall with dark hair and light blue eyes. Her dad is Marco; he is from Spain originally and has that sexy tan thing going on. Anyway, back to my story. After school, today I noticed, as if it was hard not to, that Kelly wasn’t there. I was worried, maybe she was ill or something like that. So, after school I went to their house, their front door has a number lock so I keyed in the number and let myself in. Right away I was hit by noises coming from the top of the house and. ..swallow of drown, I don't care...' I swallowed as much as I could. The hand just poured even though my mouth was close. When I came too again their was bright lights and some one with a camera walking around giving directions. I could not make out what was being said only that some one was pushing a huge rubbery tube in and out of my neither region. My next moment of consciousness came as I was being spread eagle on a mattress, I glanced around to see more then ten guys stroking their penis..