This was the life.“Mr. Ford!” gasped Champagne. Dad went right to fucking the little slut.I grinned at him. I was so glad Dad was back with the fa...ily. My parents' divorce was undone. The misunderstanding caused by that cunt next door, Mrs. Solomon, had been resolved. I might be a lesbian, but I was also a tomboy. Dad was just more fun to hang out with than Mom.Though Mom was more fun to fuck. I only fucked with Dad. I never touched him in that way. My sister did, though. Fawn was a little slut. She gave him a smile and a wink. She was already thinking of how he could do her next: flat on the backseat? Laying on the hood? Bent over the trunk? Maybe even on the grass? Switching hands, she looked at the one that had helped keep his cum inside of her. White pearly semen was smeared on her first two fingers. Looking Brock directly in his eyes, she stuck those fingers in her mouth and drew her lips across them, leaving the spooge on her tongue to be swallowed.As she flexed her vagina to. She was watching a movie. A commercial came on and she turned her attention to me. She pulled a pillow from behind my head and put it on my face. "You know, I could smother you." I stayed motionless, not daring to respond. "Don't move, naked little boy." I couldn't see anything now. She repositioned herself to lie sideways across my stomach. I felt the water glass on my belly. She balanced it there. "If this water spills, you'll get it." she warned. Then she began to slowly stroke my penis. She. She's the only one I feel comfortable talking with and damn does she not have a body to lust after. I'm bisexual because of her, no ifs and or buts about that. She's gorgeous, my Miri. 5'4" tall, lush C cups, tiny waist, curvy hips, straight brown hair to her waist, and milk chocolate eyes. One fine woman.It was one day that we decided we'd get together for a weekend sleepover, just the two of us. I pulled in front of her house and parked, hugging her as she ran out of the house with a cry of.