All of our friends were on vacation so she had to ask me. She asked if sex was dangerous and I told her there were some diseases, but she wouldnt have...to worry about them unless she had sex with someone who had it. She asked if Id ever had sex. Of course I said. She asked if it felt good and started to blush. I told her it was the best thing in the world. She asked if I would show her how to have sex. I knew it was wrong but she is so hot. Then she asked if she could get pregnant. At the time I. To my great surprise, though, Jill's spirits were high, and the two days before Christmas Eve were truly enjoyable.Before I get too far along, I should point out that Jill was, and still is, a most attractive woman. Her best features are her slender, well shaped legs and her 37 inch bust line. Dad has often commented that, other than Betty Grable, he'd never seen a woman with such "gorgeous gams" (his words, not mine).On Christmas Eve, Jill and I decorated the tree, put out all the presents,. I found her pussy to be already dripping wet as I drove it home like some sex crazed dog humping his bitch. I describe what happened with these words because there are no more accurate phrases. I was a mindless animal, plunging my tool between her soft, sweet folds, smashing my pelvis up against her red butt cheeks. I had lost all control as I slammed away at her.I must admit, the first time after her paddling, I did not last long, but neither did she. She had already had several intense. ” I shook his shoulder. “Dad.” Several more shakes. “You’ve been sleeping for almost an hour. You should go to bed.”“Is your mother home?”“Not yet.”Dad closed his eyes and slumped further into his chair. I roused him again.“Dad. Mom said not to wait up for her. She’ll be mad if you sleep in tomorrow.”Dad’s eyes opened. “Right,” he said, struggling to get up. I held out my hand and he pulled himself up. “Are you waiting up for her?”“Yes,” I replied.“Good boy,” he said and shuffled up the.