I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone.“But, we both want to, Michelle. So much…” I touched her neck, letting my fingers trace the edge...of her collared, coaches golf shirt, emblazoned with our team logo. Down between her breasts my fingers found their way until I could feel the fabric of her bra. She was so turned on she could barely breathe. “No one can know. Not ever…” She said, the last of it lost in a whisper as I began to unbutton her shirt. I’ve only imagined her body. She is 14. And when daddy pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, hard dick? Oh fuck! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first time listened to the nightingale, or to Mozart, or to the Smiths. I had no precious concept, no frame of reference, with which I could even understand what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.Daddy, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me. “Don’t worry son, just enjoy it.” Then he opened his mouth and gently sucked at my cock. I stopped at Jed's Gas Station on the way to BreadBasket SuperMarket.Marcy was sitting between Tori and me. I got out and went into the office, returning with 70-year-old Jed and his son and crown prince of crankshafts and carburettors, Harry. Both joined me for a long, long look under the hood. Marcy sat there, turning twenty-something shades of red, while Tori took to being nude around dressed adults in her stride.Eventually we ended our conversation and slammed the hood down. Shaking their. During her college years Vicky had enjoyed taking people up on their dares. She loved being made to dance before men as she shed her clothes, stripping for them. She loved playing that it was her birthday and getting men to give her birthday spanks. She loved taking their cocks in her mouth and sucking them off. She loved mock rapes too. She even loved bondage games and some bi-sexual games with other women.Some of the men were older like her father or grandfather. Vicky loved to tease the.