Anne jumped up in bed, clutching at the bedclothes. It wasn’t Igor. It was a dark haired man, with blue eyes, a strong jaw and a very friendly good-...ooking face, that she saw. That he did not have a shirt on made her more agitated, though he looked pretty well muscled and toned. He could not have been more than 25 years old, and seemed to be very tall even though he was kneeling at the end of the bed. Another of Igor’s friends? ‘How did you get here?’ Anne’s tone was sharp. Sharper than she. "I have to lie down." He mumbled.I lead him to the couch and lay him there, pulling up a garbage bin next to him. Then I went back to the back room and found my nephew there looking at things I'd looked at before. "Now," I said, clearing my throat, "where were we?" I saw what you did to my dad, why did you do that?" Because us grown ups need to have someone do that to us, it helps us think clearly. Your dad was acting so strangely because it'd been so long since someone had done it to him.". This was part of our daily routine so with ease I straddled him and closed my lips on top of his. He taught me how to use tongue and how to caress him as I kiss him. Losing my breath, I broke away from daddy and stared straight into his eyes, wiggling my ass on top of his lap. He told me he liked this."It's about time I taught you what sex education is, Victoria. I know you know nothing about it and don't even know what sex is." I don't, daddy. What is sex? I've heard of it but have no clue. A few minutes later, the door opened again and Daddy (I assumed it was Daddy because the door was to my back) came up behind me and dropped his pants. I felt the tip of his dick against my little hole and could barely wait for him to enter me. He slipped into me and just stayed where he was to let my pussy grow accustomed to him being there. Then all of a sudden, while this cock was still in me, Daddy walked up to Mommy and began to make out with her. Who was fucking me?"I brought you a.