It was then that I noticed there was a crack between the door and the frame. Well I had come this far. I put my eye to the crack. As luck would have i... I was looking directly at the bed in the next room. To my surprise I discovered that it was not a couple making love. Spread out on the bed was a woman. I would guess in her early thirties like me. She had brown hair and a tanned complexion with contrasting tan lines. Her left hand was pulling at her breasts, while her right dipped into her. Aren't you whore?" "Yyyy....yes Daddyyy oohh godddd" I was brought to a halt, feeling something against the front of my legs. Daddy bent me over the obstacle in front of me, resting my belly on it as he gripped my hair and sank his cock into me, wasting no time in finding my sissy button. "In a moment, I'm going to take that strap off from your clitty, right before I give you your surprise. Would you like to cum, little whore?" Yessss Daddyyy p..pleaasee... " Yeah, you're gonna cum hard, whore.. Her eyes scanned the explicit sex scene, and her breathing became a little heavier. “Show me how you do it.” She told me, her eyes piercing me. “Aunty…I…” “Do you want me tell your mother?” I shook my head. “Then show me”. I slowly unbuckled my trouser, wriggled out of it and dropped it the floor. My undy followed. I took the book from her, and began reading, and began stroking my limp cock. Inspire of myself, my penis hardened – the scene was hot, and my hand movements became rapid. My. . I am too, you know.”“I haven’t even been on a date. I’m such a loser,” Max admitted reluctantly.“No, you’re not a loser!” Sam squeaked.“I just went out with the two boys,” Alex said. “What about you?”“I dated five boys, two of them kissed me.” Sam took a breath. “They were pushy, and grabby. They stopped when I finally told them to, but then Charlie said I was ‘a prudey little ice queen’ and Graham called me ‘The High Bitch of Repression’. With capitals! No one tried to date me after.