I couldnt even begin to decide how I felt. Violated, thats for sure. Extremely violated. Scared. Horny. I wanted them to stop but I couldnt even tell ...hem to, let alone fight them off. The drug was taking a serious toll on my mental capabilities. The girl who had been rubbing the cream on me kept making little circles around my clit. I was mortified when I felt my body respond to her touch. She saw, and smiled. Theres a good girl, she said sweetly. Thirty minutes start now. She kept making. My pussy clenched at the contact. A burst of heat rippled through me. My nipples hardened, throbbing in my bra. My thighs squeezed so tight, my slacks rubbing together as he didn’t pull away.Our lips felt glued together. I was too scared to move them, to truly kiss my father. I just held them against him. Trembling. I wanted to moan. To groan out how hot this made me. More and more warmth rippled out of my snatch and... His hand rested on my thigh.A whimpering excitement shot through me as I. And yes it was black!It was December 2nd 1975 and my new "boyfriend", Steve who was 26 years older, picked me up after school to 'visit an old mate', as he put it. We drove for around 20 minutes before pulling up in an area of Oldham I didn't know. Steve knocked on the door of a mid terraced house and it was opened by a stocky, black guy in his mid 40s. " Stevie good to see you again, now who's this little darlin'?"He showed us into the living room, "This is A.J., the one I was telling you. By the end of the month they were getting ready for the Maple Leaf Renaissance Faire, where Dayna had talked them into signing up for a booth back in the winter. To be honest, there were a few second thoughts since it would blow up four weekends they could be out riding, but it offered the potential for new and different fun, especially since they'd be spending some time with Dayna and Sandy in their main element. Vicky knew it could be fun to be part of the show and expected it would be more.