Half of them were fucking their boyfriends on a regular basis but somehow I was wrong for letting my Dad touch me?As the year progressed not much chan...ged right away. I was still too skinny and didn't have much to fill my bra. I had nice long dark hair and blue eyes, but I was hopelessly petite. My mom was slender like me too. Boys didn't notice me much. They all looked at the seniors and the girls with big tits and round asses. One day I told my dad, I wanted breast implants because boys only. I felt pathetic. The tears rolled forth, big wet, warm lines down my cheeks. My chest heaved as I sobbed over the computer. The emotions kept washing over me – sadness, fear, despair and, finally, anger. I would confront him that evening – make him confess, then divorce his ass and let him fend for himself. I did well enough on my own. That would do it.I sat back and let it sink in, the idea that I would be ending 15 years of work that night. Despite everything he had done, it still made me. It would only become a tragedy if it became general knowledge and interfered with her purpose of finding a husband. I went to bed that night dreaming of many different possible uses of the ring.The opportunity came quickly. The next evening I had invited the Bennett's to supper. They had a small estate and four daughters to marry off. I think Mrs. Bennett was already worried that she might not find suitable mates for all of her daughters, especially plain Jane. It made for episodes bordering on. I wanted her to notice how good I looked, so I made a special effort before I set off for her place. I put on a rather short, floral dress, and high heeled, strappy sandals. Then I sat in front of the mirror and watched myself as I pumped my clit hood till it was huge - all swollen and soft - rubbing against my thighs. To get to my friend’s house I have to travel some distance across town, on the underground system. I descended into this labyrinth of tunnels - which I liken to the vagina of.