It was a fastmoving, pop-sounding number that looked like it would be fun to sing. Thelyrics talked about all the pressures that were placed on young ...irls,and how as a young woman I wanted to throw those pressures away and enjoymy teenage years my own way. I really liked the song, and the chords thatI could hear in my head, if correct, led me to believe that it wouldsound really good too.The second song was the cover. It was entitled ?Rock Star'. It wasliterally a Hannah Montana song. The song. But Andrew kissed me some more, he played with my clit and I almost screamed."Oh, God! Oh! I dont think I can take it!" I whimpered and bucked my body up towards his fingers. "Please, Andrew, please take me! Take this pussy! Please take my virginity!" I had no idea what came over me but he seemed to like it. He grabbed my legs, stuck them in the air, and inserted himself in me. I almost cried out from the pain, it hurt so fucking bad. I was scared that the hot wetness I felt was turing out to. I was so convincing I even convinced myself. The other reason was totally insane, too crazy to consider - my son must have been thinking of some young tart at school and his desperate old mom jumped to conclusion.As a monther of a teenage son, you know when he starts to masturbate - finding the amateurishly discarded evidence - I had simply sighed and took this to mean my little boy was growing up and I was getting old. But after the peeping beneath the table I began to wonder what my boy was. She wanted to make things better.Images of her brother's happy smile as she pleasured him ran through her head as she approached her sleeping dad. He was still in his sweat pants and tshirt that he had been wearing all day. Kelly knelt down by her father and slowly put her hand on his crotch. He was of course soft but Kelly loved the feeling of his covered organ in her palm.Slowly she pulled down his loose sweat pants and was happy to discover her daddy wasn't wearing any underware. She gently.