We live in a gated lakeside community.Our youngest child, Cody (16), still lived at home. His two elder sisters are married and have families of their...own. They would not be attending.It was about 7:00 PM when Cody came running up the block with our next door neighbor's daughter Sammy (Samantha) 13, in tow. They had apparently just set off some firecrackers because we heard them from the direction the kids came - no big deal.But when they only stopped long enough to grab some gatorade from the. "Oooooh, god yes, yes, yes, Daddy please," she cooed, her breasts rising, her back arching, her hips gently rocking into the pressure from my fingertips pressed tight into the groove in her shorts, warm and moist between her puffy lips. "Ooooh God Daddy!"I pushed the swollen mound around her clit, then slid my hand into the hollow where her tiny tight fuckhole was soaking her shorts. My cock was swelling in my jeans, pushing up hard, my stepdaughter absentmindedly extended her arm and started. Robbie had Amanda stop on the way to pick up a couple of items he knew he would need for the next night. He had to ask Amanda to come with him to purchase a bottle of single malt whisky - a bottle of Lagavullin no less.Once back in the car the girls were teasing him mercilessly about his little following of 'groupies' from the school dance."Can we expect more pantie throwing Robbie? Are we expected to join in this time?" Zoe giggled.Robbie blushed furiously and turned away, trying to focus his. The eternal maiden. Could I bear torture? She told me that I could. We were just three girls to whom pain would happen. We would dilute it with our screams. Sometimes in between we would be happy. Was this slavery? It was slavery under Mike Santos. I was alone. They knew what was best. How darling they were. I wondered, glumly, how I looked. Was I still beautiful, or was I stretched so that I was no longer a girl. No longer anything. I could not get a good look at where I hurt. The pain was so.