We both knew that when she started this game.I had no desire to defeat her quickly or to end by giving her an order which she must obey. I was enjoyin... the wrestling as she was, enjoying the feel of her against me, her muscles and her skin, hearing her breathing quicken from her ardor, smelling her smell, seeing the life in her teasing face.Suddenly, I was on fire!My brain was seething with the need to break her, to bring her under my control.But, she was under my control, a control from. .or else be bankrupt and living like tramps! Oh,come on,luv. Look,you can just go out and get drunk while I'm there, and forget it's happening." Dad replied, "But Teresa, what about afterwards? When I know it's happened? I'd be wondering about it. What they did to you, and... Well,whether they were better than me, and if you reached any orgasms... Like you don't with me anymore. God,you're my wife, for fuck's sake! How would I COPE?" Mum soothed him, going, "Well...let's just pretend it's one. Davie's eyes flew open momentarily and she found herself looking up into the smiling lips of the stewardess. "Don't worry, honey," the blonde vamp reassured her, "There's nothing wrong with it. I just want to make you feel good. That's what friends are for..."She was unable to control herself any longer, so great was her desire for the tender pussy of her young initiate. Her own cunt was soaked with the juices of her lust. This was the moment she had so patiently waited for!She leaned further. She was about to scream out when she was hit with a flashback from the bus stop:"My Mamma always told me, life is like a box of chocolates."Nicola then shook her head, emitted a light bubbly giggle and went to get dressed for work. Another shock awaited her there. Upon opening her wardrobe door she discovered that all of her clothes had changed. Gone were the professional pantsuits and executive blouses and in their place was a mountain of pink microskirts, crop tops and hot pants. She was on.