"Huh? What?" That was me, Christine, or Krissy, not to be confused with Daddy, whose first name was Christopher, or Chris."I'm sorry, Krissy. I didn't...mean to use those words, but that umpire is fucking blind." I'm sixteen, Daddy. I've heard the word 'fuck' before. I've even seen you and Aunt Debbie doing it in the living room. I know what the word means."Suddenly the room was silent, as if the sound on the TV had been muted. Daddy looked at me strangely. Then he whispered."Have you ever done. One time I went out with a few friends at uni, we got back super wasted and someone suggested we go on chatroulette (this was when it first took off) so anyway we all got in a group and tried it, and low and behold we got a lot of wanking guys. This got me so horny that I left my flat mates room when straight to mine and searched 'gay chatroulette'. I spent literally a good 4 nights a week on that site looking for older men, and that's where I met Greg (not his real name).Greg was in his. I sat up and lifted her off the bed with me, turning around with her and dropping her on her back onto the bed. I love the whiteness of her skin. Her pussy was even wetter. I wondered idly, if that was even possible. The lips were soft and inviting. I knew I wanted to suck them, so I knelt and began to taste her. I kissed her pussy lightly and blew on it, and she thrashed on the bed covers. She tasted of salt and something like the description on a package of some smooth afternoon coffee it. Dies war schon während der Schulzeit so. Sie war an sich eine sehr gute Schülerin, aber sie hatte in der 10. und 11. Klasse massive Probleme in Physik und wenige in Mathe. Schon hier hatte sie mit ihrem Blick und einem tiefen Ausschnitt ihren Lehrer nicht nur dazu gebracht, daß er ihr Nachhilfe gab, sondern ihr einmal sogar regelrecht zur Versetzung half. Die Nachhilfestunden waren sehr intensiv ? in jeder Hinsicht. Der Lehrer gab ihr Nachhilfe in ihren Problemfächern und sie unterrichtete ihn.