Then her mother asked her if she was still a virgin to which she replied that she was.After that the questions got much more intimate. Had I ever seen...a girl naked before…just in magazines. Had I ever felt of a girls breasts or vagina before…no ma’am. Was I gay…no ma’am. Then she shocked the hell out of me and asked me if wanted to see Camille naked…yes ma’am absolutely.There was some discussion in Spanish that was interpreted not for me.Finally the mother held up the five fingers on her one. But, she agreed far quicker than I thought possible. It was during this discussion that I discovered that Anne hadn't run off to be with Johnson, when she had left that first night. Instead, she had gone over to spend the night with a girlfriend from work. She had ended up living there, until she moved back into the house.I'm not going to speculate what happened between her and Johnson. I'm sure that she spent a number of evenings with him, but we never talked about it. It was sort of a "don't. For the next several minutes I licked and sucked his cock, savoring the hardness and taste of his cock as I took it deep into my mouth and throat. When he took hold of it and pulled it out of my mouth he now began to slap my face with his cock, "You like that boy?" he asked "Oh fuck yes" I replied as he continued to slap my face. When he stopped I moved back up to him and again we kissed for a minute or two before I slid back down and once again back into my mouth went his cock. After another. So we’ll bath in every three days. This decision really got me trouble. I was thinking of that again and again and waited for 2 days to get over.The same procedure happened on third day. nothing new had happened that time. This continued for almost 2 weeks. By this time Papa was all the same , but i changed a lot. I started feeling something inside me which made me think of many dirty feelings. But i was sure that was not towards my dad, but towards that handsome man who bath me nude. I could.