Across from her Kiki tried to maintain an impassive façade but when her co-mate's laughter broke free, hers followed. Soon both women were snorting, ...asping and laughing, holding hands across the table.At just that moment Mark chose to stroll into the kitchen. Seeing the two laughing women he casually asked, "What's so funny?"Instantly the laughter ceased like a switch had been turned off. They looked at him with an innocence that guaranteed butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. As one they. I've always been Phil." I said."I thought Phil Goerbals was a guy with a beard," she said, "Like when Melissa came back in the dance hall all bleeding and her clothes ripped and that," Becky said awkwardly, "And she said about a beard, I told her it was Phil Goerbals that followed her outside." Oh, right," I said and sat down, "You saying this is your fault." Maybe," she said, "Maybe you thought so." I was too drunk to know what I did that night," I said, "Only I reckon I was too drunk to rape. Then my panties were off and he was parting my legs. Embarrassment swept over me again as he exposed my vulva adorned by a sparse down of black hair. My virginal pussy. I bit my lip and whimpered. I felt so open. Exposed.Vulnerable.Then Daddy leaned down. He pressed his face towards my pussy. He inhaled and then groaned like he’d smelled the greatest thing in the world. I breathed in and caught my tangy smell. That hot scent of my pussy.It did smell nice. What did Mommy’s smell like? Was mine. Rob’s began to grind rhythmically on top of me. My pussy was so wet that his shaft and knob slid effortlessly along my lips. I put my feet down onto the sofa and placed my hands on his hips. With a few subtle movements, I felt my pussy lips spreading and with another manoeuver, his knob slipped between them. I felt him freeze a little, almost as if scared of the new sensation. Once again, I wrapped my legs around him, pushing my hips up and forcing his cock fully inside my pussy. I’d not say.