. Damn, was that her phone? Annie raced downstairs to the kitchen where the phone was, but the message light was blinking, she had missed the call. ...he played the answering machine message hoping that whoever it was at least left a message. As the voice on the machine began, she knew instantly who it was. It was Brad, he had to cancel their date, he couldn't get away from the office. "FUCK!" Annie thought as she hung up. So much for her night of fun! She went back upstairs and got undressed.. "With that, Dad threw the hem of my skirt over my legs, exposing me almost all the way. His strong hands slid underneath my butt and pushed them upwards even as his fingers kept pushing my skirt back, until the panties were the only thing that stood between his eyes and my dripping hole.The time, I suppose, warrants a confession. So I'll admit, honestly and sincerely, that I have often thought of my father as more than just my father; I have imagined him naked, making love to me, taking me by. She picks up and says she’ll send her son over.All goes well and a week later I get a forward from her number.Slowly the frequency of her messages increases and I restrict my self to simple replied. Still nothing dirty in mind.Then on my birthday she sends over a cake and a little gift. This is when I start realising I’ve a stalker.She starts taking walks while I play football and watches me and I notice that. One day after the game she asks me to come over for a snack and a drink and this is. Joan plugged her phone into the T.V and we sat together and watched the video of her escapade with Matt and his two friends. It wasn’t long after the video started that I had a boner from watching these guys fucking Joan and her looking directly into the lens saying how much she loved being a slut because I wanted her to be a slut. I pushed Joan to her side and moved to put my cock inside her, I didn’t care that she had not showered, I just wanted my cock inside her glorious pussy. I fucked her.