“His friends? How many of his friends?”“I didn’t really count them,” she smiled. “Besides, I sort of had trouble remembering which guys ...ere there for the first time and which ones were coming back for seconds.”“What?” I gasped.She shrugged yet again. “I was at his house and I was naked. He told all his friends that if they wanted to use me, the door was unlocked, so all they had to do was show up…and, trust me, they did. I had more cock that week than I’ve had the rest of my life. When. We hold that position and pressure for many glorious seconds. Then I slowly pull back until the ring at the head of my cock just emerges glistening wet and slippery, and then I ease back in, inch by inch. Slowly In, Slowly out…In, out…A ring of pleasure is vibrating the head of my cock and traveling down the shaft towards the root with every inch that slides in. The pleasure ring is then milked back toward the head of my cock as I pull slowly back out of you.In, out…You start to shiver, your. . if a little dizzying ... ah ... the booze.'Not booze ... wine. There is a difference, ' she thought. 'There's a difference between Daddy and boys, too. He's so smooth.' "Sigh" Are you ok, sugar?" I'm fine Daddy."'That you are, Megan. That you are.' "I just wanted to make sure you have a good time." Daddy reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a Drivers License, a Birth Certificate and a University ID.They were all authentic ... the documentation all said she was twenty two. The name. She chucked at my reaction. “Mmm. I’ve always been a straight talker. Got me into trouble often enough. Don’t take offense.” I recovered my composure. “No problem. Just slightly… unexpected.” “Oh good.” She leant over and offered me her hand, “By the way, I’m Jennifer. Call me Jen.” I shook her hand, “Nice to meet you, and I’m Nicki.” “Nicki.” She repeated, with a nod. I had been neglecting my ice cream and felt a trickle of vanilla on my fingers. I caught it with my tongue and licked around.