Then I’m into the studio and there is the beautiful Goddess Miss Danica, the girl I’ve worshipped since the 80s, the girl who made me cum in my pa...ts more than any other girl in the magazine era, and She knows that. She knows that last time we were here, She was posing in skimpy lingerie – surprising me totally – and I was filling my pants with spunk. “Hi Graham, how are you?!” She says warmly. I mumble, thinking to myself, ‘oh here we go – tongue-tied again despite all my intentions of really. “Mrs. Justice!” she gasped.“Relax, Annie,” I said, thoughts prickling. “And call me mom. It’s okay if I touch you. You’re family.” To prove my point, my hand shot down and rubbed at her blonde bush, sticky and matted with sexual fluids, and jammed two fingers into her hot, tight pussy. She was so wet and tight, her cunt newly deflowered by my son. I stirred them around, making her groan and shudder, her blue eyes fluttering. She held a can of Pepsi in one hand.“I see you and Ryan decided. With that she left us and closed the door behind her. Bless her, said Paul, smiling. Yeah, I said. I was still feeling nervous about the bus ride but I figured that Id be ok, besides it wasnt like Id be on my own. I kissed my brother goodbye on the lips and went back to my room to begin getting ready for our night out. This was my last chance to back out, to either call the whole night off or swap my dress for a pair of sensible trousers. Id looked in the closet and picked out some black. She says she would give it to me but can't so she tells me to hit on her friend. (Unbeknownst to me this was her ploy to get me out of her system because she supposedly couldn't fuck someone who fucked her friend) She gave me the whole game plan - "Tell her she's cute, sugarcoat some other shit, then make your move." I did exactly that and by the next morning I had dropped 2 loads in her pussy. The original friend also told me new friend was a swinger and she told me some of these stories. One.