Right size. I picked it up. Neck was still warm from my hand. I looked back at her pussy. Very wet. Should I?Now you have to understand that Ashley, t...ough a latter-day hippie and liberal in most ways, had not had sex until she was nineteen, and had lost her virginity to me merely a month before. I mean, she loved sex, but was still at that stage where what seemed old hat to me might seem quite kinky to her.Even so, with a soft dick and a hard bottle, I threw caution to the wind, climbed up. Tammy, do you know who this is?"The girl stared at Henry with distrust written over her face. Henry cleared his throat."Tamara, I just had to learn that I'm your father."Her eyes widened and then her expression changed into anger."You have a lot of nerve to come here!" Tammy! Behave!" her mother commanded. The exertion made her cough and wheeze and Tammy was all concern immediately."I'm sorry, Mum. I'm sorry, but what is he doing here after all those years?" Tammy," Henry started another. She gently parted her legs and then she pulled the sheet back over herself, leaving my hand where it was. I knew then that I was going to at least cop a feel and she was more than willing. I massaged around it, not really knowing WHAT it was I was touching but when I tried to stick my finger in her, I noticed it was wet. Being young as I was, I thought at first it was pee but I kept on feeling her up. She never said a word and after about 5 minutes, and fearing I would get caught, I pulled away. We eat lunch together and do projects in school.”“What about after school, do you sometimes invite them over to your house or go to their houses for parties?”“Dad won’t let me bring anyone to our house and I stopped asking him to let me go to a sleepover.“How come?”“Well, the last time I asked him, a little over a year ago, he said no and that the place for me to sleep was in his house. My friends insisted and I asked him again. He banged his fist so hard on the table that it knocked over my.