..Any thought of the danger from what we were doing was gone from my mind, washed away by the pleasure of making love to my stepfather. As one of Dad'... hands massaged one of my breasts his other tweaked my other nipple.That did it. I slammed my pussy down on his cock and groaned as electric bolts of pleasure shot from my breasts and clit and penetrated deep inside of me, meeting where the head of Dad's cock was. My vagina spasmed around that hard prong, squeezing it, caressing it, demanding. The cashier said you can write a check for the balance. The girl replied that my husband will not let me have the checkbook. And, lordie, I need all of this stuff. and started to cry again. As I looked at the pitiful thing, she was about 55 tall and 110 pounds, with brown eyes and hair, and small breasts, the words thats o.k., I pay it came out of my mouth. She hugged and thanked me many times. She waved as she left the store. I paid for my items and left the store. Then I saw her standing by. I want my girls happy and you can achieve that better than anyone else I know. If they want something different afterward, I’ll accept that. It’s their choice. But I want their cherries to go to you. If that makes me a weird mom, then so be it. So, do I have your word on this?” Christina demanded.“Yes, baby, I promise to fuck your daughters and take their cherries. I’ll put it in writing, if you want,” Abel offered, not thinking that it would actually go that far.“Excellent. Here’s some paper,. He was a big black guy with an enormous prick, he took me to his house to be a slut with him and his friends, thats when I bumped into John outside the toilets. Oh Fuck Kathy, you were the toilet girl? Toilet girl? Yes, John told me about a girl he saw when he left the toilets, a real slutty looking whore by all accounts. He said he could see your tits through your top and your skirt was so short he saw your cunt through your tights. We even considered going back there to find you Oh God Jeff,.