But for some reason today I feel hornier than ever!"I was a bit surprised at what she said, but the truth of the matter was that I'd been thinking abo...t Sandy quite a lot lately. I wondered if her bush was as red as the copper-red colored curls that framed her beautiful face. I wondered if she would be interested in taking care of her obvious hunger by jumping my bones. Here was my chance. "Don't you have a husband or boyfriend to help you with those special, er, ummm, needs?" I asked. Thank God my panties are protecting me, I thought."You know, if you feel lonely or need some fun to help you sleep better, come over to Daddy's room." Groaning, he ejaculated, with his cock-head throbbing wildly against my panty lace embedded in my vagina's entrance. His lust sated, he released his grip on me. Springing up, I ran up the stairs to my room. Damn him! And damn my body for getting so excited!My father continued to molest me. His sexual overtures became more and more daring. He took. She was raised in a very conservative religious family, and quite naïve at the time. Her major was Performing Arts. Mine was goofing off and chasing her tail.On that Friday night, the Faculty was having a party at the Dean’s house. As Caroline was an accomplished piano player, her professor, Christopher Striker asked her if she would play the piano and be what he called “the entertainment” for the night. He had also invited me, Casey, to come along and help with serving food. We agreed, as. She didn't know, but she agreed it was a possibility. We came up with a cover story and a second round of sex went out the window."Are you sure you don't want to take a shower before you go?" she asked. "It's the least I could do after all that driving." No thanks," I said, looking around at the expensive appointments and wondering where the microphones were. Just show me your guest bathroom and give me a hand towel."In the bathroom she gave me a lot more than a hand towel. She pulled my cock.