My body felt a bit shaky as I stepped forward, running my hands over my dress to make sure I was presentable before I slide my hand to the crook of hi... arm hesitatingly, carefully keeping my eyes averted as I tried to figure out where I had gone wrong with this one. ‘Stop thinking Nikki, we are going to have dinner and will have a wonderful time, so smile already!’ There was a teasing look on his face as I glanced up, nothing in his voice or character to even suggest that anything had just. "Turn around, ladies." We turned around and who is standing in front of me, but my best friend Heather. I didn't know what to do or say, and I was so shocked that I just had sex with my best friend. I was really mad that she was having sex with my stepfather. I had a dumbfounded look on my face. I could not believe my stepfather would do this to me. I just had sex with my best friend. “Heather, how long have you been sleeping with my stepfather?” “We’ve been having sex for a few months. He’s so. As I keep working on her pussy, and as her moaning gets more and more regular, I work it further into her asshole. As she gets almost to panting, she says, "Go into the kitchen and find Sam. Bring him back here and then keep doing what you've been doing." I leave her there, vibrators in her pussy and ass, tied hands to ankles, wearing some sexy fishnets. As soon as I'm outside of the room, it hits me how crazy it is to leave such a scene. "Wait," I hear and I turn back, filled with the desire. During that first year Paul and I had never gone any further than the odd kiss or hug. He had never attempted to have sex with me. Paul had never tried going any further than that and I was going to be a virgin when I married Paul. A little about myself. I was brought up in an orphanage until the age of eight. Living in various foster homes and orphanages. At the age of eight I had been adopted by a very conservative man and woman. I had never asked them why they adopted me but I guessed.