I swear. I couldn’t help it. I had to move my hips. As I did I heard him let out a low groan. I knew it wouldn’t be long for me, but I couldn’t ...ave slowed things down if I’d wanted to. The feel of him gliding against me electrified my already sensitive nerve endings. We were the most perfect fit I’d ever felt. I hooked my legs up around his back and gasped when the head of his cock slid over my sweet spot. The spasms continued to grow, flexing and releasing his shaft as I felt myself. She blushed, saying, "You mine. I get from jungle."Uh oh... she thinks were married!"We share men. Is good," she went on."How is it that you speak English?" I was finally curious, after all of this time."My father... no, mother was missionary, rescue from bush," she tried to explain, but was clearly confused, "She teach."That explains it. I wasn't the first one to find this little hamlet. Some poor Peace Corps couple or minister and his wife wandered into the area and the evil bush must have. I could feel that the fucking had stopped and I could hear him moan but other than that my whole concentration was on the astonishing sensation that was engorging my teenaged body. There was nothing more important than his throbbing dick buried deep in my rippling twat. My whole world was centered on my cunt. Wave after delicious wave of pure pleasure jolted my crotch and crackled along my spine to the centre of erotic gratification. I could feel his member twitching inside my overheated body.. Afterthat, Mom showed us all how to do "friend" kisses to usewith non family. Did I mind having sex with Dad? Why should I? Therewasn't anything *wrong* with it; and it felt good. Besides,Dad Liked getting off in me, especially once I got to beabout five or six years old and could take four or fiveinches of his prick, and then later ALL of his penis upinside my hot little hole when he ejaculated his sperminside me. Like I said, it felt GOOD to have Dad shakingand shoving on top of me,.