Diane spent a little extra time getting ready. She made sure her arms, legs and pussy were shaved. She perfumed behind her ears, between her 42C breas...s, the small of her back and behind her knees. She slipped a short blue nightgown over her head and brushed her blonde hair until it shone. As she came into her bedroom, she saw Henry sitting on the edge of the bed. He was still damp from his shower and he wore only a towel. His body was pale and round. He stood as she approached him and exhaled,. But he seems to forget I am not even a teenager. Hell, I am barely twelve!"Ambrose smiled diffidently and offered, "People married daughters off much younger in ages past. A couple hundred years ago your father would have already been fielding offers of marriage for you by now," he remarked, some of the vagueness going out of his voice temporarily as he mused on history instead of fantasy. Then he looked at where I had stopped pacing to stare at him incredulously and the smile changed in some. .wearing a t shirt with huge sleeves and pink panties..nothing else. She walked over to me staring at my cock through the panties...I had let go; but was still rock hard. She stood very close to me.."It's so big," she whispered and placed her hand on top of the soaked material squeezing my cock a little. "It's so hard"...."Does it feel good when I do this?"....I could only nod..."You really soaked them didn't you?"....squeeze...moan... I decided fuck it and get in on the action. She was. Rising above her, my sex pressed to hers, we writhed, clutched together. Losing ourselves in the moment, we bucked and twisted as experienced lovers. Kissing her neck, she clung to my embrace. Leashed under my control, her obedience interspersed with fractured yelps. Her endeavours gifted me a profound orgasm.He joined us; we took her and schooled her. In a tangle of limbs and positions, every contortion, every act added to her lexicon of sexual experience. They writhed as swallows.