" Anyway," April cut her off, "every time I'm with him, I really don't feel like stopping. Then I feel all scared of going on. Does it always hurt the...first time?" My first time hurt like hell. I don't know about anybody else's. I was eighteen, and I came back to cry in the arms of my thirteen-year-old little sister because there wasn't anybody else I could tell. And I went on to have several romances where it didn't cause pain, but ecstatic pleasure. Then I fell in love with my boss who is. I reach over for his cock, and say, "Oh, Daddy, this is what I've wanted. I want to suck it, can I?"He doesn't say anything, just moves next to the bed where I'm sitting and I take it in my mouth and begin sucking my father's cock."Oh, god, Tiff, oh, baby, that just feels so good. Oh, you are really good. You are so beautiful. Your body is just so perfect."I'm looking up at him smiling, sucking him as his hands reach down to rub my breasts. I'm getting to suck my Dad's cock and he's enjoying. I had talked to her on Facebook occasionally, and she was so funny. She was passionate about her music, she loved Tom Delonge, Travis Barker and Mark Hoppus with a passion and she was so, so, so smart. I had a conversation with her once about the US presidential election, no one else our age would have even cared. I walked over to her, and she smiled at me warmly. Hey, Char, whats up? I yelled over the band, who were now playing Wishing Well by blink-182. Oh, Im having the time of my life. I let out a low moan. "Are you OK?" my husband asked me. He was looking at me. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."Here I was talking to my husband with my son's fingers in me. "How much farther until we stop?" I don't want to stop until I go a little further," How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?" Yea, mom. I can go a lot further," Good," I answered. "The further we go,.