I wasn’t sure there was such a thingas a G-spot although my younger sister insisted that Iseldom missed hers, but coeds never left me unsatisfie...and I left almost all of them sated and sore. Honest.This year I was off to my best start ever having fuckedthree lovely girls in the days before classes actuallystarted, two of them on moving-in day while their proudparents were still motoring home. I had helped to carrystuff up to luscious young Angela’s room after admiringthe way her. They were probably off in bed with their boyfriends/dates, and some of them had their morals and proclivities hauled out and sliced, diced, and julienned. It was great fun, and one I took to heart: I wasn't going to end up the subject of their conversation if I could help it.Eventually the popcorn was gone, the empties thrown in the recycle bin, and people were falling asleep. We all staggered off to bed, tired, but curiously pumped up. Social affairs like that will do it for a girl. There's a. And where could I go, what could I do ? Dad lit the light in my room, and sat down.- You are right my darling, it is better that you see what happens, you are old enough after all, you're old enough to understand.Like the day before, Daddy pulled down the fabric of my pajamas and unfolded my little topless breasts, areolas and orange pink nipples. I had a ball in my stomach. Daddy began to caress me, looking me straight in the eyes, with an ironic, stern tone, as if he were telling me: "I own. She lay on her left side. The dull pain radiated lower. Slowly Sandy reached a hand down exploring gently between her legs and the source of the pain. What the teenager found there was a damp cloth tucked against her sex. When Sandy pressed lightly on the cloth, pain shot through her abdomen. "Ohhh!" Sandy cried softly. The memories of her earlier experiences began to flood home."Well, look who's awake at last." an all too familiar voice spoke from behind Sandy. "I thought you were going to.