Being the virgin I was, I blindly felt around her pussy. I listened to her gasps as I ran my hand up her slit. My finger eventually hit her clit which...caused her to immediately buck into my hand. “Ohh that felt so good. Keep that up baby,” she exclaimed with pleasure evident in her voice. I ran my fingers in light circles over her clit, driving her closer and closer to what I hoped would be a great orgasm for her. “I’m gonna cum all over your hand. Please make me cum,” she all but begged. She. The lumber wasn’t luck; Jess and I had staked out the site the day before and planted it there, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to load the cooler and a huge stack of wood into the limo. There was a chance that someone else would have found it before us, but it was still there when we arrived.The guys watched as the girls ran around on the beach, laughing, jumping, and rolling in the sand. I, meanwhile, got the roaring fire built with the help of years of boy scout training and a bottle of. Yes sir; he sure did.So I decided to do something unthinkable; ask my Father for money ~~It wasn’t called child abuse when I was a young girl.The age-old pedo-sex ritual was coyly referred to as being ‘interfered with’.But Dad always rewarded me with a dollar or so; saying we were special buddy’s.I’d broke free of him by sixteen but I found the boys who dated me slow and frustrating; it was older men I now found exciting.That’s how I came to be with Richard.I’d been an eighteen year-old. Stella squealed. "What the fuck Emma??! You're that perverted!? Go watch some porn instead please! Leave us alone!" "Never!"Emma stood there still staring at us. She licked her lips. "Oh, Emma," Stella said. "Whatever you can stay. My vibrator's in the top shelf I cleaned go enjoy your stupid fucking self."Emma stuck her tongue out at her older sister. She grabbed the vibe from the drawer, and started stripping. I admired the curves of her small teenage body. She was quite attractive, and very.