Princess Night Part Two: A Girl is Her Father's ReflectionBy solon plorryPaul and a friend sat in a corner booth near the back of the Roadhouse, known...by many as Rudy's (from 'Rude' house). Places came and went with style, but Rudy's had served generations of local youngsters who first tasted the sweet fruit of adulthood within hailing distance of the dead and forlorn moose gracing the fa?ade above the entrance.Paul chatted with his friend, who leaned back and downed his glass of Tab, the ice. For the first time, she was sleeping on her back, and her breasts were completely visible to me. I groaned to myself as I stared at the perfect firm teenage chest, her pink nipples standing out and making my mouth water. One leg was bent, and the sheet was sort of drawn across a portion of both legs. I had to stifle another moan as I noticed her hand resting on her crotch.Her arm was bent at a slight angle, and he hand was directly on her panties, her fingers seemingly reaching down at her. I got his younger brother to stand in for him as best man. Thankfully Doug was ‘overseas’ and didn’t come. It was a good day and even a better night as Kelly and I found we were as compatible in bed as out. Life went on and we did all the stuff you’d expect we brought a nice house in a nice neighbourhood. We regularly ravished each other and started to talk about the future. We both wanted kids but first I had to decide on the Army or a civilian lifestyle. In the end we decided I should use my. She was dripping wet and so fired up from the 'duties' that she had just performed that it took but a few strokes from her assailant before she wailing as the first of many orgasms overtook her.He reached under her body and began stroking her clit, top to bottom, making her legs shudder as she orgasmed once more and heard him say, “That’s it, there’s my girl.” Then a growl when she heard him ask, “Do you want to cum again for your Master? Show me, tell me who you are.”Trembling beneath his.