.." I breathed and we got a little rhythm going.I'd pull Jeremy into me with my heels in the small of his back, lifting my butt off his daddy's back s...at to meet his thrust. My pussy was trying to squeeze him, those soft walls massaging his prick and I was working them, tightening my tummy, pulling at the muscles in my thighs. I was gonna make it good for him; work that nice cock of his like I was sucking on it. I was gonna make him cum and be the first girl Jeremy ever fucked. The first one he. I know I wasn’t, even though I wanted to. We were still too young.Nevertheless, that would change.The next time I saw her, we were sixteen, nearly seventeen, with our birthdays in November and December. It was late August. Both would be seniors in high school that fall. My parents had to go to visit a sick relative so I was to stay with my cousins for a week.Kimberly pulls up in her car, a used but very nice Mustang. Me, I have not even started driving yet.“Hey, Rick! Long time, no see!” she. I turned around to see a teenage girl about eighteen or nineteen wearing a bikini top and a pair of white shorts with a towel draped over one shoulder. She had an incredible body – a slim, athletic build, but not skinny, with lovely firm titties – about a “B” cup I thought to myself. “Just doing some fishing. And you?” I asked. “I was gonna go for a swim here, but I guess I can go down the river a bit.” This was far too good an opportunity to pass up. “If you hold on two seconds I’ll. “Daddy!” squealed Cindy, grinding her pussy on her twin sister’s mouth. “The God’s moving.”James looked at the computer screen. The spy cam footage, the fiber optics inserted by a drone into the God’s study, showed the God leading Kitty, his deflowered and nubile daughter, by the hand out of the room. “Where are they going?”“He mentioned something about playing with his other daughter,” moaned Cindy, her face flushed with rapture. “I think Camera 3 is monitoring Crystal’s room. She’s the only.