She gets ready and meets her smartly dressed boyfriend by the front door before setting off for her birthday night out. She had no idea what was plann...d but as Tom set off she got massive butterflies.They pulled up at this posh restaurant. “Here we go babe” he says getting out and opening her car door. She squeals excitedly. “Oh babe how did you get us in here? It’s booked like 6 months in advance no exceptions”“Well don’t you worry about that babe, it’s your birthday and I sorted it for you”. . please swallow" then he trusted hisfull length back down my throat it was rather hypnotic feeling but Ididn't flinch not an inch I accepted his cock as if it were apartof me the need to service him was greater than any fear I had. I felta little light headed and hadn't realised that I once again shotmy load over the carpet I felt so relaxed and no longer afraid Ilooked up to my older brother."fuck this is becoming a bit of a fucking habit with you slut...well clean it up... slut now or I. Ursula was already doing her father and she did looks good—still does, if not better. But she is still having a hard time looking forward to fucking man other than her father.Her thoughts are a whirlwind of a mess in her head by the time she reaches the door to knock on it. She is so taken in by the storm of questions and worries that she can’t recall the walk over. No matter. I’m here now. Ursula raps her knuckles on the wood. She waits for about a minute before the door opens and standing. She stood up, wiggled, pushed her vibrator deeper until it disappeared and her lips clamped it in. She wrung out her tiny dress and hung it over the shower rod, smiling at the memories of good times and trying to forget the bad ones as frissons of pleasure coursed through her. She expelled her device and put the battery-powered dildo away, both hot and wet.Satisfied with her tentative schedule, Vixen dressed in her usual scoop-necked and loose-fitting sweater and low-cut jeans and went to.