Already, she’s told us she loves hugs and kisses - and she loves being naked.My eyes were on Karen, as she made her way around the room, meeting and...hugging each of our friends. As she made her way back around to where Rachel and I were standing, she laughed as she actually ran the last steps, when I held out my arms.With her arms around both of us, she told us, “I hope the two of you realize how much this means to me. I have been on the verge of a nervous breakdown, even after moving here to. ”“I have an idea how I can get her,” I whispered sheepishly.“How?”She’s competitive.”“With what?” he asked.“Everything, especially with sports: softball, golf, tennis…”“Great. Set up a golf game Tell her that if she wins, you’re free. It won’t be true. But if she loses, she takes your place. She’ll become my new little slut, with no limits.”“She hates to lose.”“Will she do it?”“I’ll try. She gets very competitive when there’s a lot at stake.”“You have twenty-four hours.”I nodded dutifully. I. I was taking a little by surprise when he spread them apart and slowly ran the warm washcloth up my crack. It made shivers go down my spin. I had always loved a man playing with my ass.“Okay mom turn around now and let me get your front.” I did as he asked and turned right around. He paused again this time looking at my tits. My nipples still at attention from the excitement I just had a few minuets ago.“So you still admiring this work of art?” I asked him.“Mom I tell you, the Mona Lisa has got. He was a handsome guy. He was watching the chicken cooking on the stove, frying the strips in the teriyaki sauce we made out of soy sauce, brown sugar, and the pineapple juice. Hunks of pineapple were in the sauce, too. “You don't get between a daddy's girl and her father, @naughtyblossom,” @pussycatlover said. That was Lee, this cute guy that I had hooked up with at the spring fling dance during my senior year of high school two days after I turned eighteen. He went down on me. It had been.