But getting Dylan todo the test and then work on it afterwards wasn't going to work. Jaydecided to go over an old test that Dylan had worked on. The... went overeach problem. Jay discovered that even though several of the answerswere right, Dylan couldn't explain why. This took about another half anhour, before the boy became frustrated again.In the meantime, Jay had told Marcia that he wanted wings for dinner andMarcia was going to Buffalo Wild Wings to get them. Dylan hearing thiswent into. When I said I wasn’t going to die a virgin, he worshipped my body like I was a goddess as we discovered all the ways he could bring me pleasure, never once asking for anything in return. See if any of your dates tonight are packing over eight inches of pure, unprotected, grade A++ beef? I know none of you will wake up in the morning with their arms around you and a dick buried inside you from where you both fell asleep screwing. I bet none of you are even on the pill. We all take gym together,. Years later during college I was fucked by my father without even knowing.Please comment on this story and share it.Story Continues:“Who…who are you?” I asked trembling.“How could you not remember me? Shakti, I am your dad.” I was still in shock. “What are you saying?” I stammered and it was radio silence for a moment. Then without saying anything he went. I went inside. I started to cry thinking that my own dad fucked me. What will happen if someone knows? God, please help me.Soon I fell. I mean I was working his dick a treat. I was trying to get him to cum and go home or take me home, arse safe.All I succeeded in doing was making my motorcycle boy, so frickin hard. Steve was super stiff. I saw the intent in his eyes as he eased me up and leaned me over his bike seat. My college skirt flipped up, my g-string lowered, my cheeks spread, no defence now. He fingered my so easily sopping pussy. I loved a good dogging bent over his bike, but Steve craved the more. Was I ready?“Fuck.