I had been fascinated by the sight of her from the time she was born. Having grown up in a family of all boys and where Mom was so uptight she could ...ot even say the word “sex”, I was fascinated by her development. When her mother died of an allergic reaction to some food on a trip to France, I was the one who had to help her learn how to be a woman. So I had helped her get fitted with bras, helped her deal with feminine hygiene. Fortunately, Heather entered the picture before things got. She shuffled over on her haunches, her cunt open for my prying fingers to do their utmost. With one hand I held Angela down over my face and with the other I did everything in my power to stimulate Doris into a self-forgetful reverie in case I couldnt satisfy both girls. She was getting the hang of it, quicker than I thought she would. Her pale, thin loins bobbed over my two fingers till they were up her snatch to the knuckles, and the juices ran wild! Id never seen such a wet girl. Dripping. I decided to keep fucking her with the vibe until she came. As I was doing her, my dad undid his belt and silently let his pants fall to the floor. He pulled his beautiful cock out of his underwear and I could see the pre-come oozing out of the tip of his cock, glistening as it did. He rubbed it around the head of his cock until he was all slick. As he did, I pulled the vibe out of Mom's cunt and slid it up and down between her pussy lips. I then moved it out of the way and grabbed my dad's. I made him cum and swallowed his cum. I thanked him for being gentle on my throat. We rested and talked some more. He groped and fondled my body. He asked how old I was and said he thought I was much younger. He said I had the body of a teenager and a near-perfect butt and flat stomach. I told him I was self-conscious about my small breasts but he tried to convince me I was beautiful as I was. He said he thought I was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and I told him that is the curse of my.