"I was anxious on the car ride with Gwen, wondering what, if anything, I should say to get things started. I don't remember what we talked about for t...e first few minutes. Finally, I casually placed my hand on her knee. Gwen looked at me with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" Huh? Oh, nothing... how did that get there?" I stammered, laughing nervously, and removed my hand. Gwen snickered, and we didn't say much more until we got to Joe's."Okay, I need..." Gwen muttered,. You can't fingerfuck me. That's way over the line. You're not supposed to touch me like this. Mmmmm ... and I know I said that you have no right to spank me, because you're not my real daddy. But this is still creepy — incest and stuff — don't think you can molest me, either, just 'cause you're not my real dad-DEEE!"That last yelp arose from my decision, at that moment, to none-too-gently shove a second and third finger simultaneously into her junior-miss hole."Oooh, stop that. You have to. I peeled her panties down and my finger zeroed in on her asshole. I traced the wrinkles, somewhat smoothened by the sweat in her crack, and she jerked slightly. "Relax," I whispered. She nodded as I spread her cheeks even further for unrestricted access. Her fingers were wrapped around my cock and she masturbated me as gently as the lack of moisture allowed. The pressure was beginning to build up at the base of my shaft. I wanted her to stop... but I didn't want her to stop. When my cock. I know that you’re going to turn the game around this next half. That first half was just practice.” “You were watching?” “Of course, Baby! So now that you know that I am watching, you better make me proud!” “Definitely. Bye, Babe. I lo-“ “You should go before your coach yells at you again. We’ll talk later.” Before he knew it, he was left with the dial tone. He knew that he fucked up the first time when he almost told her that he loved her, but to do it again in the same conversation was.