”“Down where?”“Down there!” she said pointing to her groin.“Oh!” I shrugged. “Well she is eighteen and it is her body. What’s it to ...o with us anyway?”She glared at me, muttered something about me being useless and then stormed out of the house.A few minutes later Amy appeared looking sheepishly at me. “Sorry dad,” she said as she sat down next to me,“No need to say sorry to me,” I responded as I hugged her. “It’s your body and I suppose it is the in thing these days. I will say this though, be. " I see, " I responded nervously. "The guy could smell the cake, but that was still taking an awful chance when he suggested that you give him cake, or a blow job. What if you were offended and called the police? By the way, what kind of cake did you give them?" "Do I look like 'Fucking Betty Crocker"? laughed Brooke. "I was making that cake for dessert for dinner tonight and I knew you'd be disappointed if someone else ate it. I just couldn't spare any cake." Exactly what are you telling me,. We were both two horny teens who were focused on one thing only now. My cock was wet with her saliva and her pussy was leaking with her natural juices. I made my way between her lovely legs so the tip of my cock was touching her tiny hole. We laid together in the missionary position and kissed.I pulled away and looked down at the center of attention. I slowly sank my body and I saw and felt my glans enter the tiny pussy. Jessie moaned in my ear as I continued to push in and I did not stop until. Arranging for the hall, selecting a band and picking the right music. A hundred tiny little details that they would spend countless hours talking about.To guys Jack's age, it was all about one thing. That moment when you got back to your room and got down to doing it. That magic moment when the bride opened her legs and let you put it inside her. He and his friends had spent just as many hours talking about that.Of course Jack was pretty sure that June and Mike had already done it. He couldn't.