I was getting hard, he was getting harder!He pushed my pants down and started rubbing a wet finger around my tight pussy, all the while rubbing his no... enormous harden against my ass.I let out an ecstatic gasp as he push his finger inside me.I could feel the precum dripping from my tiny clit and his hard cock wet against my ass.I pushed myself down on his finger, it felt sooo good!He squeezed my balls and began to kiss my neck.He pulled his finger out and must have licked the two he put back in. Neither of us had any concern about Dad now, not that we had that much before, due to it being suppressed. I don't think there was any outside influence on our feelings now, but how would I know for sure? Anyway, we both thought he was going through the routine we'd both gone through and he'd be better than ever when it was done.In the meantime, we got to know each other better and fell further in love. I don't know if she was easier to love than before or if I had more capacity to love, but. Most made some kind of fumbling grope at my pussy, usually too quick, too hard and totally lacking in any understanding of where and what a clitoris is and how it needs to be treated. Those times I did manage to reach a climax were usually more a result of my own mounting excitement than from any stimulation the boy might have given me. So I shouldn’t have been too surprised that when it came to my first actual fuck it too was a bit of a hit and miss affair – but after reaching the age of. ”“Happy?” she asked, laughing. “You have anything specific in mind?”“Well, I’d think you’d be trying to be creative about it,” I teased. I snapped the bra buckle again.She laughed some more. “Your sister is right; you really are full of shit!” Marilyn sat upright and pulled her t-shirt up and off, and then quickly removed her bra. I smiled at her. “Is this what you had in mind?” she asked.I put my hand on her breast and cupped it and began flicking the nipple with my thumb. “Well, it’s.