I had to find some way to satisfy this rampant lust.I found it after dinner, when some of Zach’s friends got a little sloppy with their parking in f...ont of our house. I slipped on a nice tank top and a whispy print silk skirt and wandered next door for a neighborly chat.It was a typical group of young men gathering at daddy’s house, expecting nothing but a lot of beer and hoping for something more, anything more. When the door finally opened after the third ring, Zach stepped out onto the front. I do not know what it was, maybe her skirt was just a little shorter today than usual, maybe she was slouching more than usual, maybe her legs were a little wider than usual. What ever the reason was I didn’t really care because as I started teaching I looked over at Lexi as I always did and sure enough I could see right up between her tan thighs and could see her crotch.I was shocked silent for a moment, but finally regained my composure and continued teaching. As the class went on. Which, of course, led immediately to the obvious problem.I had been jerking off for about the past five years. In that time, I doubt that I had missed a day. I often did it twice a day, sometimes more. I had an active imagination, and a large stash of pornography. Now, it was impossible for me to masturbate. And believe me, I had tried.The first week was pretty rough. The second week was even worse. I could think of nothing else. For the first time in my life, I had wet dreams. This was doubly. And fuck, was I loving it. I felt my pussy stretch with each thrust as his cock throbbed in me. I grab my thighs as he drills into me. Trying hard not to have his hips slap against my ass causing that unruly balls-to-pussy slapping, preventing a dead giveaway to our sexual endeavors. My pussy was dripping onto the bed and I felt myself building closer.. and closer… I didn’t give a shit about the game anymore. At this point, I could care less if my parents knew we were fucking. All I was.