When Steve looked up once again after turning another page to lust over the almost naked bodies nearby he found Judy sitting on the Chaise Lounge next...to his. A quick introduction and chatting briefly with Steve, she is invited for a spaghetti dinner, her favorite.After dinner Judy clued Steve in on her life story, explaining her father had been molesting her for just about as long as she could remember. Fondling her started, at perhaps, around age three. Then fingering began when she was five. I felt she was close to cum, as her cunt was throbbing and tightening around my invading finger, which I pushed hard on to her insides. As my sensual wife came, she rocked her hips back and forth, humping my face. As she had her own intense orgasm; her body twitched and writhed as everything about her tightened up. She finally relaxed her muscles and I pulled my finger out; but my mouth still covered her spent pussy. I slowly kissed it, sucking up the mix of juices, making my face a real mess.. She was so stunned by what she did just now, and was in shock that it was going to happen again tonight. It was like she was on her first date and she had just had her first kiss. Her whole body was still tingling from the sensation of cumming and from the butterflies touching her whole body from the feeling of euphoria that was washing over her as she watched him walk away.She thought about him all day after that, wanting to feel him between her legs. Her panty-less pussy kept getting wet. Then she grabbed Simon by the arm and drew him close. ‘Simon, I know what Aunt Jen said, but this is the first party of this kind I’ve ever had the chance to go to. I’m going to enjoy myself – I might not get the chance to repeat the experience. You should do the same.’ Simon looked at her blankly for a moment. He studied her expression, she seemed anxious, happy and determined all at once. ‘What are you saying, Marianne?’ ‘I’m saying that we should, well, go for it. If it’s there, we should.