Hum kafi thak chuke the isliye so gaye. Hmari neend callbell se toti bache school se vapis aagaye the hum ne jaldi se alag ho kar kapde phane aur door... khoola. Phir hum sab ne ek sath khana liya. Rat hone tak jab bhi mauka mila main mausi ke kabhi mammey dbadeta to kabhi gand ya choot mein ungali karta rha. Phir rat ko mausi ne appni batee ko dosre room sone ko kaha to woh boli kisliye. Maine kaha ke tum log us kamre me padi kro aur hume tv dekhna hai isliye. Mausi meri taraf dekh kar muskra di. I felt nothing but a sense of relief that my indiscretion was safe. Ben's taking me in the shed with Kevin was a mutual pact of silence. But as the days passed, the feeling of relief subsided, and a different emotion took its place: shame. Shame that I went along so willingly. Being Patricia was not about humiliation or gang bangs in lawn sheds. Although fraught with every hurdle imaginable since becoming a pledge task, being Patricia after all, was always about freedom. Freedom to be who I. Simmons implied that she was offended that my Mom would suggest she was a bad parent after all of this.“No, it’s fine, I’ll go like this. I love you, Mom, I love you Dad, I’ll see you at the end of the week,” she hugged them even though she was in the nude and bent over enough we could see the wild hairs growing out of her pussy from behind.“Okay,” Mr. Simmons said and waved goodbye.I felt terrible for Julie as I was walking out of her busted door. Julie had a massive smile on her face like she. Like this she was not able to get up onto the branch.I knew this would happen of course but there was another consequence of this I hadn't considered. As she struggled to get in a position to grab the branch properly and pull herself up, her fabulous little bottom was pushed right into my face. My nose was dead center between her buttocks. Her delicious backside and the back of her crotch were right there in front of me, I could have buried my face in them if I had wanted to and I have to admit.