It took her a few tries to regain her mental faculties enough to form a coherent sentence. And even that was broken by the dazed flutter still moving ...hroughout her body.“Wha-... What… The hell… Was that?” she gasped out.“Never had one of those before?” Hunter smirked, his own breath still labored.“No,” she answered in a quiet voice.Hunter laughed low, and rolled off her, coming up on his side, resting his head on his right hand. He looked down on her flushed, dazed face, his left hand reaching. She was in totally uncharted waters, and her worries of being discovered would not retreat. But she had already experienced two fabulous sessions of sexual release with her aunt and uncle. She was drawn, almost against her will, to experience more, and yet more. Gwen softly whispered, “It’s time, sweet Pookie, for you to be properly introduced to your wicked daddy. Are you ready?” Wendy nodded and whimpered plaintively. Gwen opened Nelson’s gray silk robe, exposing his erection to the eyes of. Hello blondie.’ This last bit was addressed to Vera. ‘Why don’t you come and sit with us for a while. Tell me, are you blonde downstairs as well?’ Vera just blushed at the question and bowed her head modestly. This seemed to be the correct response as ‘loudmouth’ joked that he loved it when they were shy. However they did not return directly to the alcove but rather continued a tour of the room. ‘Loudmouth’ was evidently no newcomer. He knew most of the girls by name and, as he went to each. Like we three older ones had absolutely no body hair, Roger Clare and I had bee done years before as we all bore the same revulsion for pubic hair. "Oh yes" laughed Clare," that was each of their 16th birthday present, well one of them anyway, both of them had been waxing virtually from the time the began to sprout. By now we were just about at our destination. A little bay protected by a mangrove lined ismuth, once inside the "Whereto", apart from her mast was invisible, you could get three.