”I decided to go all out, “I’ll play the piano, if you’ll get Brenda to sing a duet with you.”“You play the piano too?”“I’m sure I c...n. Do you sing?”“I have in the past. Not professionally, but in Church and at weddings.”“That’s good enough for me. You need to get Ms. Williams away from Coach Meadows, if you can. I told Patricia we’d break that up, then try to get her Mom alone so we could help her like we helped you.”“Will you let me be there with Sherry and Patricia, when you fuck. I feel a hand begin to stroke my rod. I sit back as she takes her desires out of my trousers, and into her mouth. Her small mouth and lips could barely wrap the girth and length that my penis carried. Growing up, I had always heard stories about my families “genes” and how were blessed underneath the “jeans”. My confidence continued to grow As the strokes got faster and my shaft got wetter. I couldn’t help but think of Erin who was in the back seat alone, no doubt hearing the accompanying. Breaking the kiss, I freed my lips to explore her nipples, her armpits, her sides. I shifted down the bed, backing almost right off of it, and licked inside and outside her knees and ankles, and then carefully attended to each toe, paying particular attention to the spaces in between. I worked up the inside of Rachel’s legs, pausing to lift her knees and tease the tender areas behind the knee until she began squirming and her purring gave way to deep panting. Even then, I repeated the actions. We stayed in an elaborate and very expensive hotel right on the beach. Literally, we could get to the shores outside in less than three minutes. Three minutes flat, actually. I timed it.The beach was broad, flat, and one of the whitest beaches I have ever seen and between my father and me, I have seen many beaches over the years. The skies were blue the entire time, the hotel was beautiful, and that was the first time I realized my father was a pedophile.By this time in my life, I was becoming.