Friends (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Friends (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MeggyMeow</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 03:46:19</strong>
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				17 year old Emma Simon smiled softly to herself, not saying a word as her friends gossiped about her father. She and Richard had shared a secret for almost a year now, a secret that would completely change the way her chatty friends saw her, but she didn't let it slip now, even as Tiffany and Skyler went on giggling about the tall, handsome older man. The truth was that Emma had surrendered her body to her father, that every day she lived out in the flesh the kind of wild fantasies her flighty friends were entertaining. But she knew she couldn't tell a soul, not even her closest friends, and so she kept her piece.<br><br>The petite, slim girl had smooth, light skin and long, strawberry blonde hair; her figure was lithe and toned, her face still bearing a hint of cherubic innocence despite the mysterious smile playing on her glitter-glossed lips. Sitting cross-legged on the pink carpet of her bedroom, she was wearing a pair of very short, hot pink boyshorts and a cropped white t-shirt that bared her flat stomach and hugged her slender curves. A glass of wine that her mischievous friend Tiffany had smuggled in for the sleepover sat half-drunk by her side, the DVDs they'd watched abandoned in favour of gossip and intrigue.<br><br>Tiffany Reynolds, for her part, was giggling as she tried to goad her friend into admitting whether she'd ever seen her father in the shower. Like most of the girls round the way, she had an adoring crush on Richard, whose good looks and powerful figure were a source of many teenage dreams, but she couldn't possibly have imagined what was really going on with him and Emma. For her part, she partly saw in Richard the father she'd never had, growing up in a single parent trailer home – and partly saw much, much more.<br><br>16 years old with her petite figure having filled out with supple, womanly curves as she matured, she had snow white skin, brown hair dyed jet black to match her “alternative” style, and smokey brown eyes with a haunting, intriguing smile always playing at her lips. She was the troublestarter of the three, always the most adventurous and outgoing, though her cutesy outfit – lilac shorts, a yellow cartoon vest top, and a bow holding back her long hair – hardly matched that. She smiled slyly at Skyler, to see whether the girl was getting embarrassed yet, and kept on teasing: “You know, if he came in here now, I bet we could find out for ourselves...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Friends (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CuteJessi</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 04:00:57</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://nakedgirlspics.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Blonde016.jpg)<br>And wearing<br>(http://g.nordstromimage.com/imagegallery/store/product/Gigantic/11/_5980931.jpg)<br><br>With this underneath:<br>(http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h166/natenesbitt17/megan-fox-sexy-panties-bra.jpg)<br></div></div><br>"Tiffany... Stop it.. what if he heard you?" Skyler asked, her pale cheeks colouring a deep red, ducking her head slightly. 16 years old and recently having grown out in the chest area, Skyler was definitely the shyest of the bunch. Naive and innocent, her friends were always teasing her and Skyler, like a trusty clock, rose to the bait every time. Taking the last sip of her wine glass she placed it down next to her, and drew up her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her cheek on her knees.<br><br>The wine lowering her inhibitions slightly coupled with the fact that she has secretly admired Richard ever since she met him, Skyler only lowered her voice a bit and kept on saying "You're not saying that if he came here he would show us his ummmm thing do you?" As she said this, her eyes, light green that was almost grey, darted around the room to make sure they were alone, pointedly ignoring the fact that this sort of talk has hardened her nipples in her bra. As she waited for the answer, she made small little twists, creating friction right against her chest, nibbling on bottom lip to stop herself from uttering any sound, her cheeks only colouring a deeper red.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Friends (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 04:12:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.panempropaganda.com/storage/post-images/KatnissDad.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1336882625393)</div> Richard Simon, 40, had died and gone to heaven. His beautiful daughter had grown up and, for the last year, had been warming his bed behind his wifes back. His wife was convinced he was having an affair with some one - though they still had sex - but the truth was, he was fucking his daughter. She had certainly helped entice him into her bed and he had taken her virginity one weekend when his wife was away. They had fucked all weekend in Emma's bed in fact and there were few things that they hadn't done with each other.<br><br>And Emma had friends. Two of them, really, who had grown up a lot over the last year. He had started to looked at them in a different light as well. Both were beautiful and constantly flirted with him. The flirting was far less innocent now then when they were younger and didn't know such things. But he found them all attractive right now.<br><br>Richard was sitting downstairs, a glass of whiskey in his hand, wearing nothing but his bathrobe, as he watched some TV. He was going to go to bed soon, but all three beautiful teens were having a sleepover upstairs. He hoped they were wearing tight fitting clothes and boyshorts when they came down to breakfast tomorrow.
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