He noticed that the girls would lower their eyes as they walked past her, as though scared of her. And then he discovered why.Sometimes she would pick...one of them, and without a word point to a white square painted on the floor! Without any argument, the girl walked over to the square and stood in it, facing the room, and let her towel and any other clothing drop to the floor! Then she stood still, hands on her head, while the rest of the class dried themselves, dressed in their school uniform. .. It was her father making love to her. In surprise she called out, "Daddy..." as she climaxed, moaning and crying out in her pleasure.Tyr, being a pioneering world didn't have many laws or customs, other than cooperation and let others be. There were simply too many challenges for everyone. That meant everyone did what they were capable of. If a boy could work, he did. If he could support a wife, he married. If a girl wanted to marry, she did. There wasn't any silly age of majority; you did. I gave Lindzi a hug, and kissed her lightly on the lips.“Sorry I wasn’t in when you arrived, you found everything you needed?” I asked.“Of course darling,” Lindzi replied.“You haven’t introduced me to your friend,” I said.“Oliver, really! This is Fleur,” Lindzi replied.“Fleur!” I recovered. “You look wonderful.” I hugged her, and kissed her once on each cheek. She smelt as good as she looked, and she looked as gorgeous as her mother. I rapidly tried to remember how old she was, sixteen? No,. Another man plundered her hidden velvet depths with piston force. He rocked the pummel horse that was securely fixed to the floor with his thrusts. Each of the thrusts met with deep growling groans from Lola as her fingers clawed at the wooden legs. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, the last thing she remembered was a deep ruff laughter. Her eyes fluttering as she came hard on her fingers again. I thought you would have had enough for one night, whore. the deep voice bellowed. She.