He put it in my punch too. I drank a little, but he was an idiot because he’d brought bourbon and was putting it in fruit punch. It tasted awful. We...sat for a while and talked to friends. Then we danced some more.Finally he got to the point by talking about what a great time we were going to have at the after party George Stillwell was having out at his father’s farm. There was going to be a bonfire and beer.“George is fixing up the barn with all kinds of dark corners so people can take a. Better if the females get ready within a few seconds, just like guys do.“Oh, daddy, stick it in!” she said as he climbed up on top of her.He pressed against her feminine lips, which parted easily and let his cock into a tight, hot heaven.“Oh, that feels good!” he murmured.“Oh, amazing...”“Want to just do it a while? No need to finish soon?”“Oh, yeah. That sounds wonderful.”He pressed in and out, admiring his beautiful daughter’s body, enjoying the pleasure on her face with every surge up inside. Something so awe- inspiring and important that at first it could only be hinted at. Over the years a kind of instinctual dread mixed with breathless anticipation had built up in the growing girl's mind, so that now, even though her peer group and various sex-education courses had informed her beyond a doubt of what was going to happen, there was still an inbred aura of mystery and fear about the prospect of her first sexual encounter with a male.What Victoria had ended up with was a classic. Jasmine was wearing a long tie dyed t-shirt over a pair of the same stockings she had sold to Kim along with a pair of platform heels she normally danced in. It was clear to both Kim and Kris that this girl meant business tonight and both were more than eager to see what was in store for them. As Jasmine took off her t-shirt to reveal she had nothing else on but the nylons and heels, the guy working in the shop with her joined them. She introduced him as Cass. "His full name is Carlos Alejandro.