With nipples as sensitive as Evie’s it wasn’t long before she was on the verge of orgasm, so I hastened the process with a couple of very delicate...y place fingers and brought her off. After the tremors subsided, Evie used my body for immoral purposes, and I helped!Later, in bed, Evie was listlessly running her hands over my chest, pinching the occasional nipple, stroking Mr. Johnson when she paused near him, and generally lazing about like women do after good sex.“I will never completely. Fucking at the dinner table wasn’t the only time my father messed with me. Most mornings he’d come into my room before I got up, stroking his fully erect morning wood. He’d slap my face with his stiff dick until I woke up, then he’d shove it into my mouth for a blowjob before I got up to get ready for school. If he slept late, he’d find me in the bathroom and fuck me from behind while I brushed my teeth, slapping and squeezing both of my tits as he shoved his prick in and out of my pussy until. I experimented. I hid away girls underwear in my room and when no one was around, I would wear them. The girlier the better, soft lace, silky thongs. They felt incredible as they cradled my cock and balls. I loved the way they felt and made me feel. Very sexy and horny. I would imagine a man taking me from behind, pulling my thong to the side and ramming his big, hard dick inside me. Pulling out and making me swallow is cum. I’d masturbate to wonderful orgasms at the thoughts.I needed more than. We were of course all still ravenous, and more than ready for some lunch.Julie and I weren't used to getting a two course lunch of meat and three veg AND a cooked pudding with loads of custard, so we tucked in, and had seconds of both. The servers didn't mind at all; they knew that they had to overcater at weekends because of the number of people who would forget to sign out, and they were delighted to see the food eaten rather than be thrown away into the swill bins behind the kitchen."How.