He said he knew one of his friends who had a daughter and I wouldcertainly like her. He told his friend about it and his friend arranged I meethis dau...hter at the college she went to. I had saved her picture in my cellphone recognised her when she stepped out of the college and her name wasDani a very pretty girl no doubt large breasts hidden behindpink t shirt and tight black slacks and sandals carrying books which she keptclose to her belly.I was not sure if should would like me, particularly. I hear him opening the oil and then he pushes the butt plug right in my ass. I scream with pleasure, pain and a bit of shock…woo it feels good. He instructs me to climb into the bath and put my legs up on either side of it. I do as I’m told and spread my legs open – embarrassed at the hairs on my pussy. He takes the razor and oil, moving towards the bath. He puts them on the side and admires my pussy and the butt plug in my ass. His fingers wander to my pussy and he slides two fingers straight. I had to leave you on the floor,” Alex replied, attempting to avoid eye-contact with her. She was too embarrassed to look at her in case she was able to somehow tell that she had been self-pleasuring and worst of all, to images of her boyfriend.“Ahh so that is where the carpet burns have come from?” she laughed. “I was thinking that maybe Matt had done something he shouldn’t have.”“Hmm.” Alex’s reply was short. Sitting at the dining table she continued to pretend to read the same page over, and. "----Dave was the third or fourth tallest at practice but still feltintimated by the presence of all the players and Coach Hope. That wasDave's excuse for letting Sandra introduce her to the team. Daveregretted it a tiny bit when Sandra stumbled over her first line withsomething that neither of the pair of them had thought to prepare for:"So this my daa-" (Sandra was briefly terrified that she wasn't evenabout to say Dave, but daddy, and yet corrected relatively quickly.)"-fne. Dafne. My.