"Um, that isn't going to happen," she said, as she stood up and allowed her skirt to fall back down. "You're serious?" I asked, not used to rejection...."I don't suck or fuck on the first date," she smiled, leaning in and kissing me... her hand going to my pulsing cock. Breaking the kiss, she pulled out her phone from her purse, typed briefly and said, "Enter your number." I took her phone, flattered she wanted it and confused by this whole strange sexual encounter. As I did I saw my name was. Someday there would be likely to be a really big "Oh Shit!" in my official records. Weird and nasty stuff happens. I decided that having a few "Attaboys" in the file wouldn't hurt for when that day comes.I girded my loins and mentally prepared myself for battle.I had two choices now. My first thought was to take the time to build an elaborate Protection Circle (with lots of light) for Donald to wait inside of safely while I settled accounts.Tactically sound, but I just wasn't sure how much. Then he pulled the top hand away. “It’s heads!” he said. “Looks like Melanie gets to be deflowered first!” With that he grabbed Melanie by the arm and stood her up. “Noooooo!” she cried again as the blanket fell to the floor, revealing the modest pajamas she had on. I had noticed how well both girls had filled out the day before, when they had appeared in bathing suits for some water skiing. Now Melanie was standing next to me, still trembling but now with her face set in a firm look of. Every once in a while he would get into a wrestling match with me and feel of them. I didn’t mind and rather enjoyed it, but he only did it occasionally.When I was about eleven and a half I started my periods. They were irregular so Mom took me to her gynecologist for birth control pills to help with my periods. He was old, fat, and balding but I kind of liked it when he felt me up. I had to take all of my clothes off and put on a stupid paper shirt that he looked under anyway. It didn’t make.