You look magnificent in your nakedness. Peter is inflamed. You look at us both and say, "We should all be undressed ." We pull our clothes off and we ...oth have erections. I take you in my arms and kiss you then start fingering you. Peter is behind you on the couch. He touches your legs and back then puts his hands on your ass and starts sensuously rubbing it. He runs his hands up and down your body and you're flush with lust and desire. You straddle my waist and lower yourself onto my hot. Mets fans knew we had an explosive offense, and they were getting antsy.Paul pulled our pitcher, Murphy, for pinch-hitter Cary Zane. Cary was a veteran reserve outfielder with a good bat and considerable power. I was sure Paul hated removing Murphy from the game at that point, but we were playing National League rules and certainly Zane was a lot more likely to advance the runners. Paul didn't exactly have to be a genius to make this particular move.Well, Zane worked the count nicely until it. I froze as if punishment to him for not giving me what I desperately wanted, I was angry and frustrated as I looked down on the man that created me, then I was angry with myself for debasing myself by fucking my own father, I hated my cunt too, for giving so much pleasure to the men inside it and nothing for me the owner.I disengaged myself from him, feeling his wet mass of penis lie on my warm thigh. The noise of an embarrassing 'Pussy Fart', and Creampie of daddies sperm, followed onto the. And now I owedBrenda, of all people, a favor. I dreaded what she would want me to do,but I really did not want Jill to know about what had happened. When weentered the dining area Jill gave me a look of suspicion. I wondered ifBrenda had told her despite her promise. I tried my best to ignore thelook as Daniel and I put food on our plates."I want us to share the solo for 'Smoke on the Water' like we did lastSunday," Brenda said as we prepared to take the stage again."I'm not sure I'm ready," I.