”“Steve; there’s nothing wrong! I promise. Call this ‘me time’ if that makes you feel better.”“Sorry.”“It’s OK. I know you care fo... me. And now, how about some ‘us time’! We won’t have any for a month!”I smiled, nodded, and we began kissing. After we made love, we cuddled together and fell asleep.June 11, 1994, Chicago, IllinoisOn Saturday morning, I said ‘goodbye’ to Samantha and her friends, then left for breakfast, stopping by Dave’s house to pick him up, then by the apartment where Ed and. At that moment, Emily saw her Dad throw his head over his shoulders groaning and moaning. He wobbled a bit here and there as he spun his hips about. It felt so sickeningly but delightfully wrong kneeling before her very Dad watching him ache his way to climax that it swayed her to think instantly of a more splendid home for his sperm than her tummy."Let me up, Dad.......LET ME UP,PLEASE!!!" she cried, rocking herself up from under him.With his threatening boner before him, John scrambled in. " She walked towards him, pushing him backwards and onto his bed, ducking down to land a lingering kiss upon his lips."Mmm," Matthew hummed, his hands coming up to tangle in the mass of silvery curls over her ears. "I think I'll like having my very own genie." He rolled with her, feeling her slim curves under him, his hips finding the vee of her thighs and settling between them. He lifted up on his elbows, his eyes roaming over the perfection of her features. "You really have no clue as to why. I am 5’6, long dark hair, my dad's colouring, blue eyes, slim, 34b boobs and as the story begins, an unshaved pussy.It was Thursday, school as normal for me, with double PE followed by a study period in the afternoon. I’d changed from my school uniform, into the obligatory white panties and bra, white vest top, short white skirt and bare feet, before walking into the sports-hall for the lesson. We took turns, using various apparatus and, because of the heat, began to work up a sweat. The.