I was at the school for just a few days when I was recruited by the freshman basketball coach to try out for the team.... I was 6'3" as a freshman so ...e saw my potential on the court. The problem was that I had never played any organized sports so I was not sure what to expect. The next day I brought my gym clothes with me to school and told my parents I would be playing basketball after school. At the end of the day, I went to the gym and got ready for the tryouts, I was in amazement as I got. Robert and I were in a quandary. Without telling any of the girls we met that week. There was no denying that we were having a blast with these three girls, that was a given. Yet this could be dangerous. The girls seemed quite excited to take this, way beyond what we, or they, ever imagined. We couldn't call this off, nor did we want to. The more we thought of it, the more we wanted to push the limits, hurt them. Actually we were very afraid of what we were finding out about ourselves. The. . c-can you... lactate?..." ask as I continue to grind, blushing really hard as I focus on grinding against his dick. For some reason his balls remained the same and then I think about virility. "A-and can you... increase your virility?" I say the last bit quickly. "Why of course baby girl." Daddy responds and for some reason I can feel his balls press up against me a little bit. They look so big and full I can't help but think about my own father impregnating me. For some reason this turns me. Then as my left hand slowly slid the zipper down the center of her back I let my right hand lightly ease out to her shoulder and then down her side. Following the gentle curve down to her waist and then out onto her hip I watched as her dress opened up above the descending zipper exposing the smooth, dark skin of her back. Eyeing the catch on her bra I considered my next challenge and decided to move my right hand from her firm hip and attempt the intricate combination of hooks and loops with.