.. I had no idea what I was getting myself into... this is my first game... and I'm forty five minutes into this bitch! I'm deep into a long "challeng... round". Hard and fast from the start... the action on screen matches the blistering tempo. 7-7 double time... seven hard fast strokes... skip one beat... seven more... and on and on... my right forearm is screaming... my ball is screaming... drenched in sweat... aching... fingers cramped into the shape of my wiener... I stroke on....And through. "Oh good," she hugged me, her naked body feeling good against my skin, "you know I can't believe I going to be eighteen next week." Yeah, my little girl will be all grown up," I commented."Dad," she whispered softly, "when I'm eighteen, could we, you know?" Precious, do you want to see me in jail," I said."But dad, no one will ever know, please it would make my birthday complete," she said."Well, we'll see my precious, ok, but no promises though," I gave in."Ok dad, that'll have to do for now,". I glanced at the alarm clock and realized Iwould have to hurry to dress for our Domestic Sciences class. I awakenedCharlene and we raced to dress in our matching plaid skirts and ruffledblouses. We both misjudged how long it would take to dress and get toclass because we could not move very fast in our high heels while holdinghands. We were five minutes late to class and earned two extra weeks inchastity as a result.Domestic Sciences class began with each of us being given two types ofmaid. Noticing what I meant, she replied with a wink, “What do you think I’m thinking about there?”“Besides, like I always say,” she added after getting back to the handjob, “My hands are my best tools.”I started laughing to myself because she had just said that on the TV.She kept massaging me for another couple seconds then she placed my cock back in her cleavage. She squeezed her breasts together so I could feel the silky smooth skin against my cock. She moved her body up and down. I felt the.