. I tried to convince myself it wasn't my daughter I was actually thinking about, but the succulent wet split she was currently licking, belonging to ...hat of her girlfriend. Which for the moment at least, was the image I now had inside my head, though it changed quickly to Trish just seconds after that, and took me a while before I once again tried chasing that thought away.It was no use. Try as I might, I kept coming back to Chris laying between my daughter's legs ... and then finally, me."Oh. I read many stories on this website and thought to share my true experience with you. So let’s not waste the time on all this and should start my true life story. I am a guy with height 6 feet with a muscular body. This story is about when I was at 23 years of age around a year back.I was in a serious relationship with a girl named Parul (name changed) she was a one hot girl of her colony every guy lives near her place was behind her badly but she accepted my purposely because we were in the. Then he leaned forward and began kissing his best friend. At some point, it occurred to her that Mark was a very good kisser. She felt a strange sense of pride that her best friend was so gifted. The next time their lips separated, Mark started to say something. It was going to be about how they should stop, she was sure of that, and sure he was right. They’d have to do that, soon, but not now, not just yet. Before he could say anything, she snuggled closer and pulled him back onto her. Three and a half hours later, she was trotting out a little bent over from under the whirling rotors of a Bell helicopter across a mountain meadow. The scenery all around her was spectacular, but she was more confused and struggling with a rising sense of vague upset than ever, still without the knowledge of what she was to do here. She was led to the only building in sight — a largish cabin, and ushered inside. She saw three people waiting for her there, one of them a woman — her own mother,.