"Angie!" he said as his cock continued to get harder and harder at the thought of seeing those girls in wet t-shirts."Oh Daddy, I think you want to. I...t sure looks like you want to. Come on, please?" she said with her eyes now wide."Angie. No, what do you mean?" he asked her.She looked up into his eyes and then his eyes followed her eyes down to the big tent in his shorts. She reached out and pushed her open palm into his big bulge and said, "Oh Daddy, this is what I mean. I think you do want to. The room was just as messy as it had been when I'd stumbled over the pile of dirty clothing. The newspaper articles about my baseball prowess were still attached to the mirror above my desk. And, I knew deep inside, my mother was still dead.I sat on the edge of the bed for a while, telling myself that it's not like I could have done anything to help her. And I'm sure I said goodbye to her; somebody must have been operating this body for the last three years and he couldn't possibly have been. Her boyfriend was leaving on Thursday and she might never see him again. An idea began to form in her mind, and her excitement slowly turned to nervousness. Maybe she should see him just one more time. It would be easy to arrange, Instead of meeting up with her friends she could spend the evening with him. All she had to do was pick up the phone and call him. Easy.The thought both excited and frightened her, so much so that all day Monday she did nothing but relish it. On Tuesday she found the. "So much for the next orgy." Well, maybe you can get Beth and Cindy to do a dance for you? OUCH!" Damn, I swear Beth sharpens her elbow—just for me!Steve just laughed, "The biggest secret in school is that our parties aren't much different from anybody else's. Oh, a little more beer maybe, but I haven't seen a naked cheerleader yet!"Beth looked at the two of us, "What is it with guys and cheerleaders?"Steve and I exchanged a look. "Let's see ... a bunch of great-looking girls bouncing around.