" Pleased to meet you, Mr. Samuelson," I said as I held out my hand."Ray," he acknowledged, as he grasped my hand and shook it. 'Melissa has been tell...ng us about you." Only the good parts, I hope," I said. I glanced at Missy, but she seemed fairly calm, not really nervous at all. Maybe, I thought, things will go okay after all."Sit down for a moment, Ray," said Mr. Samuelson. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Melissa, would you like to offer your guest something to drink?"She jumped. She stood up and stripped off her tight black pants, revealing a lacy black thong, and then lay back down with her hips resting next to my shoulder and head near my cock.I ran my hand up her thigh and fingered her wet pussy through the lace. Then I slipped off her thong and positioned us so she was straddling me. I felt her take my whole cock into her mouth, as I looked up and stared at her dripping wet pussy between her soft white thighs. I dove right in, licking up and down from her clit to. I didn’t know what to do with my discovery and the longer I thought, the more questions rose in my mind. Should I ignore it? Investigate further? Tell her mother? What was she doing with that dildo, had she gone all the way yet, use it to pop her cherry, or was she still modest enough to be experimenting? Was she messing around with the skinny, knuckle dragging teen boys she was hanging with? My daddy concerns were on high alert and I knew I had to do something. About 4 that morning I. After all, she thought, she lookedlike a girl who should have plenty of sexy things to wash.Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she found her seat, careful notto give the gawkers much to gawk at. She quickly rummaged through theneat stack of magazines until she found what she was looking for.On the cover of the magazine a sissy in black lingerie was kneeling infront of three studs. She was wearing an over-stuffed bra, a waistcincher, garter belt with stockings, high heels, and a platinum.