Emily started moaning loudly as her father’s prick started filling up her pussy.Suddenly, the pleasure Emily was feeling was quickly replaced with a...sharp pain as her father lightly touched her hymen. She let out a small scream and looked at her father with tears forming in her eyes.“Sweet heart, don’t cry. I’m gonna count to three and then, we’re going to pop that cherry of yours. 1… 2…”Before Rick could say the golden number, the phone started ringing, its chime echoing across the room. Emily. Her mom, Anne Barkley was 21 and a recent grad from Mt Holyoke, an all girls' school. Anne was active in the protests against the war in Vietnam that summer when she had heard about the gathering at Yasgur's. Totally against her own parents Republican attitudes she was a young free spirited woman. Anne travelled out to the New York farm with her girlfriends from school. Her future husband Michael, she met at the concert when she heard this awful voice just behind her, singing along to Janis. She did not make any big deal about it, just turning away so that I could reach her back and left side. Needless to say, my cock was as hard as a steel bar after seeing her. She was magnificent, better than I had imagined. Her heavy round breasts were tipped by large dark nipples in the middle of brown aureoles. She had a thicket of dark pubic hair that was wetly flattened at the bottom of her soft, slightly protruding belly. Even at that age, I was taller than my mum and had to bend over to. I just hope I and my fellow contributors can do it credit.You feel as though you are drifting, your mind clouded as though trying to rise from a heavy sleep. Your limbs feel numb and your eyelids are impossibly heavy, what the hell was wrong with you? Then, as though from far away, you become aware of voices…“The transposition was successful, First. All life indicators for his species are within acceptable ranges.”The voice was clinically cold and very distant, you try to roll your head towards.