"In a burst of honesty, he had to admit to himself that thereactually had been a choice. His decision (Hah! - his *secretary'sdecision* was more like ...it) to attend had been made the daybefore the party - two days before Halloween itself. The costumepickings, and particularly the pickings that might remotely fitthe party's "medieval" theme had been bloody slim. The ladywho'd owned the costume shop had thought she could pull togethera serf's costume from bits and pieces she had around the shop. If I got my daughter a bike, she got a faster one. If I bought Frolic a dress, she got a dress and new earrings. She always seemed to enjoy showing me and my family up. Frolic told me she was not really like that but it got to me none the less.So this year, both girls are Seniors when I caught them naked in bed together licking on one another, I nearly lost my mind! I slammed doors and stormed out of the house and it was a few days before I could even talk to my daughter. When we did, I refused. He begins kissing his way down, being careful to kiss every inch of me, stopping at my belly button, and, licking little circles around my piercing."That tickles!" I giggle out.He starts kissing me on top of my panties, making me squirm and wiggle, tracing the outline of my pussy lips through my panties."Don't tease me, take my panties off, and, eat me!" I demand.He pulls my panties down over my hips, and, down around my ankles, showing off my beautiful pussy, which has a thin strip of red. She cried softly. The image of that girl’s face haunted her. Just as the next episode was starting she rushed to the DVD player ejected the disk and quickly placed it back in the holder and into unlocked cabinet. She scrambled into her bed room and sat at her desk. She began drawing. The images of the girl and the hand of that held her unfolded ugly from crayon and pencil. She stopped crying as she drew. Her eyes were wide and dilated; focused and afraid. She drew and drew of nothing but of.