November 6, 1987, Friday nightLittle Rock, ArkansasSandra Knight was sitting in front of her bedroom mirror brushing her long silken blond hair. She w...s tired after cheerleading practice, and doing her homework; she was a freshman at Little Rock Central High school. She had just finished her shower and was dressed in an old t-shirt and panties. She really liked the nightshirt because it only went to her mid-thigh, short enough to reveal plenty of her slim and muscular tan legs.She was slender,. I could hear the grunts andmoans and it was clear that this was good sex. Maybe better than any ofmy efforts over the past year or so.I enrolled at the college and attended my classes, but in downtimes Ikept thinking about my father, about Flicka. She had become in my minda kind of sex goddess. I know that this sounds really weird, maybe eventaboo as some kind of incest fantasy. But for me, I had only just metthis woman and I found her fascinating beyond all understanding.Perhaps it was the. "Sometimes, that's all it takes, and I just give myself a quick little surface orgasm... but other times I need more. That's when I roll over onto my knees. I keep the vibe on my clit, but I also reach behind me and put a couple fingers inside my pussy. I need that pressure, that feeling of being filled. I rock back and forth, fucking myself and imagining those soccer players lining up behind me..." She was grinding against me now. Her arms were wrapped around my head pulling me into her. I started to suck him and all pretence of resistance disappeared. Meanwhile Reg had walked up to Greta and fondled her boobs and rubbed her pussy. “Wow babe she is so wet” he exclaimed. Dipping down slightly he began to force his enhanced cock into her. She again gave muffled screams which seemed to get less urgent as he began to fuck her. I stopping sucking and turned around. It was obviously that far from resisting she was now enjoying it. “Take the ball gag off honey” I said “let’s hear.