As Jenny stilled herself for a few moments, John leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, calling her his lassie, his darling. He resumed his attentio...s on her groin, and as she began to be aroused again, he started to massage the folds and clefts, which were now very wet from her orgasm. As she began to moan with pleasure again, with one hand he eased himself out of his trousers, gently parted her thighs a little more, and knelt between them. At this point Jenny hungrily devoured the sight of. This very min ... SNORE....Andrew? What in hells name are you wearing? You look like a woman! Oh god, my head! Get me a drink of water ? or something, would you? My mouth tastes like shit!Thanks dear. What do you mean that I told you to wear that nightgown? I don't remember anything of the sort...No. Keep it on. I'm starting to remember you flitting around like a pansy in front of my friends last night. Probably felt you may as well dress the part in bed.Well, they may have been your friends. This is the story about when a few of my friends and myself experienced "Woodstock." Chloe, you better be careful when you girls go to that music festival." Daddy, don't be so square." I don't want you getting knocked up. You're only eighteen years old. You better be careful when you're there." Relax, daddy! I won't be getting knocked up. We're just going to be listening to the bands." We're trusting you to be a good girl. I don't want to find out that you were a little whore at that festival.". I remembered when we were still small and she would go into a hallway of another building and allow one or more of the boys to push up against her with her face into the wall. I hated to see that but couldn’t tear my eyes from the hands and fingers robbing her of her female dignity and personal self-respect. She would tell me not to say a word to our parents and that it didn’t mean anything because she hadn’t pulled her drawers down or anything dirty like that. I believed her but I probably.