We broke windows at the church and pulled fire alarms at school – relatively harmless crimes. Our parents called it petty mischief." I'm not sure I ...ould agree but that's not at issue," Allyson said with a frown. "What happened when you were nine?"Currence took a deep breath."There was a kid," he began in a halting voice. "I guess he was 12 or 13. He was, well, I guess to be politically correct; I'd say he was mentally slow. We called him a 'retard'. His name was Scotty and his family, well,. Again, I found myself at the doorstep of another first, my sister's vagina.She hoisted her dress, exposing creamy white thighs and no panties. I shook my head, "Of course, she enjoys the airy Sunday walk as much as I do." Her ruffles provided a soft cushion around my face as I took her hips in each hand. Her pubic hair sat in a light brown puff atop a pelvic outcropping that descended down towards soft strips of skin, joining at the top and disappearing where her legs joined. Never did I think. Just then the receptionist/nurse comes around into the room with aclipboard in hand."Get up you idiot, that chair?s for me, not a dick puller like you."I hurriedly stand up and she sits down, crossing her legs. Her shortwhite dress rides up until the tops of her stockings and garter strapsare exposed along with a couple of inches of smooth tanned thigh. Myeyes are compulsively drawn to the juncture of her thighs. Her legs areperfectly shaped, possibly the best I've seen. I'm beginning to. I slap her ass again and begin riding her hard. I drive myself into her, my office is filled with the sound of skin furiously slaping together. I grunt as I push into her tight little pussy. She loses her balance and her hands slip forward making her fall, the side of her face making a sharp smacking sound against the wood of my desk. I see the tears start streaming down her face, but I keep fucking her. I grab her hair and yank her head back. "Now. Say my name Emily." I hear her sobbing and I.