‘Sir?’ That voice again. This time louder. The girl from the bar, hunched on a moped, shadowing him on the road. He stopped. ‘What are you doin... out here?’ The buzzing stopped. She rested a foot down. ‘Would you like a lift? I have a spare helmet.’ He looked her over. A coat covered her torso, but a short skirt bared her already-soaked legs, running with water. ‘Aren’t you a bit underdressed for this weather?’ ‘I w-wanted to catch you. Please, get on.’ He wanted to say no. But she had gone to. In and out; in and out. We got into a rhythm, Luca and I; his prick poking in while I swallowed frantically to take him all, slowly easing his way out, grabbing two or three quick breaths, perhaps swallowing the saliva buildup, before he slid in again, filling my throat. It almost became a tunnel, a tube into which he thrust, then pulled out. He was going faster and faster, getting closer. I was having to grab quicker breaths, but he wasn’t staying inside me as long either. Luca started. I was going to touch his cock for the first time. He slid his pants down a bit, and I slipped my hand under his boxers. I began feeling and rubbing the head of his cock… it was so soft. I loved it. My hand began to glide itself up and down his shaft. It was so weird feeling a penis for the first time. I didn’t know what to think or say. It was all so sudden. His first night here and we were already doing things I didn’t expect to do for a long time. I gave a little grip on his shaft, motioning. “Besides daddy and I haven’t got time today, to teach you these things and after all that’s how we learned, you know from our parents.” “Yes but you and daddy are my parents so why do have to learn for an old woman like Gran?” persisted Lyn, flicking a crumb off her stout erect nipple. “Don’t let Gran hear you say that darling,” tittered Den Dedbeet, chewing a piece of toast and straightening his tie, thinking my step daughter is a stunner, what a catch for a bloke, if it wasn’t for her wayward.