Nuzzle. Nip. Release washes through me in unrelenting waves. I let it.I know your body is gripped the same. Tangled neurons and twisted heat unwinding...and recombining as the rush consumes you. Racing heart. Thundering blood. Untamed fire.When I eventually slide out and the gusset of your knickers snaps back to contain our flow – another pair ruined – I release you and scoop you in my arms. You smell of summer heat and untold promise and I want to devour you.Carrying you to the king-size bed, I. Licking his lips, he looked me in the eyes. There was only silence for a while before he spoke with venom in his voice. “So much for helping me study.” I felt a small tremble of guilt for not showing up when I said I would. “What happened in the study room was a mistake,” I said weakly, trying not to look directly at him. I knew it wasn’t a mistake. It had been my pent up sexuality taking control and wanting him. It was me wanting Ben, having him, taking him, for some stupid damn undeniable,. He was adamant that he wouldn't do 'IT' to me though. He said that twelve was just way too young. My conversations with Mama, especially the one where we discussed ways to avoid getting a baby in one's belly, gave me the idea that there were ways to give Papa what he needed that didn't require me to be any older than I presently was.Incessant nagging over the next few nights finally caused Papa to see that I was right. I guess I took a chance that he might have given me the strap across my bare. Tricia got off on the enema having a good cum on her second enema. She could hold a lot of water!The party would start tonight. We had marked our bedroom as off limits for the weekend. There were two reasons we decided. One was that we didn't want our bedroom used. The second was to give us a retreat if things became too intense.We helped our parents, sister and brother, their significant others and my aunt and uncle and their kids to ready the place including picking up food. There would be.