Every day I would write down a memory, good or bad. At first, it was very difficult for me, I cried a lot and again my husband became worried, but I k...pt at it and after a week I felt better and looked forward to the time I would sit down and write. Today I will write about the weekend that changed my life, maybe it was for the good or for the bad, I really don’t know, but after thirty years I don’t think it will matter much. It happened ones and never again. **** It was 1988 and our parents. " It wasn't a question, but a statement.Rob nodded slowly, his mind fighting against the strange power these girls seemed to have over him."Of course you will. You know why?" one girl mocked with her question. "Because there will be lots of boys at the party."At the word boys, Rob felt a very powerful sensation - between his legs. He knew now what the strange compulsion was. It was sexual need. This body was horny. Almost uncontrollably so.And so Rob and Brandon allowed the girls to help them. You can always come give me lessons whenever you want. I just love this kind of homework." "Susanne, this is so good, you are such a beautiful woman, so sexy, oh, you really know how to make a guy feel good, You've really got me close." "Mmm, I love making guys cum. Oh, it just makes me so hot," and she pushed down on me as she twisted back and forth, back and forth, pivoting around my cock, so deep inside her, oh, the feeling was just wonderful. "Oh, Adam, oh, oh, oh, this is so good, oh, oh,. It was sick, but she could see herself in the closet mirror. She looked...incredible. She didn't know if she'd ever looked sexier.As they progressed, Sarah heard the front door open."Dad! God, stop!" She tried to climb off him, but his grip on her hips was firm. He continued to grind against her."Ssshhh, it's ok."She panicked and tried to push off him with all her strength, but it was no use. He wasn't letting her go. She could hear her mother making her way up the steps as her pussy tightened.