Time and again she swatted me, and I wept, andI felt the burn of the slaps and the burn of embarrassment. She musthave hit me 20 times.I was crying. I...was breaking rules that I didn't know existed. Evenwith permission, Terri was suggesting I had cheated on her. I feltcheap. I felt common. I was a slut."We have to fix this, baby," she said. "We have to make it right."Terri left the apartment, and I cried.I washed my face, then Ifreshened my makeup. I put on a clean dress. I cleaned up. Both of us had wandering hands. As we kissed passionately. I pulled her away from the wall and panted, “Bend over and grab your ankles.” Flipping up her dress, I entered her pussy from behind and almost knocked her over with each powerful thrust. Andrea suggested moving to the bedroom where I continued to fuck her from behind, teasing her by pulling out and re-entering every once in a while.She moaned loudly, shoved back to meet my thrusts, then blurted, “Yes, yes… fuck me, future hubby.”That. Roger is not really your father!”“What do you mean? If he isn’t my father, then who is?” “My daddy is your father. Daddy was the first one to ever fuck me. My mother had a cancer operation that prevented her from ever having sex again. She knew that daddy was a very highly sexed man. To keep him from going to prostitutes, she gave him her permission to fuck me. I was the oldest of three girls. I was sixteen the first time, and I was virgin. As were the twins, Trish and Tina when they reached. "I have something to tell you," I said.She squeezed my other hand, sensing from my tone that this was going to carry some weight."You can tell me anything," she said."Remember how you used to feel," I began, "when Daddy would cum in you?"The question was probably not what she had been expecting, and there was a brief silence as she thought about it."Of course," was her response finally. "It was wonderful." Not the sexual pleasure you got," I said. "Not the feel of his big cock stretching your.